Tomorrow is a big day! T turns 4! I was thinking back to last year and remembered exactly what we did on her birthday....
Jim had class so he wasn't able to experience this lovely adventure. T wanted to go to Chick-fil-a so off we went. I told her if things went well at dinner that we could stop at Gigi's on the way home and get a cupcake. We get inside, order, and get to the table with our food. T got nuggets (as she usually does) and I got the #1. She wanted some of my sandwich and, being the loving mother I am, I get my knife and place it to my sandwich to cut her a piece. That's when it happened: the tight fists, the red face, the flailing legs, the shoes flying off and, my favorite part, the bloodcurdling scream. I could not believe it...well, actually I could. I gave her the mean mommy look...no response. I squeezed her arm..."Ouch mommy, you're hurting me!" I began packing up our stuff and said we were leaving. I stopped. I began unpacking our stuff saying, no we're not leaving. This newly turned 3-year old was not going to win this! I sat there eating my sandwich glaring at my precious angel. I put the last bite of my sandwich in my mouth and that's when she said, "Can I have some of your sandwich?" Ha! Yeah, right! We finished at Chick-fil-a and went straight home. We walked in the door and she said, "Mommy, aren't we going to Gigi's?" Arrggghhhh! Let's hope for better things this year!!