P turned three today. THREE! It seems just yesterday we were running a red light at 2:45 am on the way to the hospital.
In the morning:
Me: What do you want for your birthday?
P: A popsicle.
After blowing out the three candles on his chocolate cake:
M: What did you wish for?
P: Chocolate cake.
Wishes granted. If only life was always so simple.
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