Today is my sister, Katelyn's, 26th birthday. Since she lives across country I have spent the day calling and leaving messages, mailing birthday gifts from the Post Office (I would like to believe that she gets to celebrate her birthday for several days because my gifts will be arriving late), and of course harassing her online.
When I hung up from my last phone call, Peter started asking questions (as per normal for an almost 4 year old).
Peter - Mom, who are you talking to?
Me - I was leaving another birthday message for Aunt K
Peter - Is it her birthday today?
Me - Yes, that is why we keep calling her.
Peter - So, is she having a birthday party?
Me - Maybe, but she lives far away so we can't go. But we will celebrate with her when she visits next month.
Peter - BUT MOMMY, we can take the mini van! It is the fastest car in the whole world.
Me - Well, Aunt K lives so far away that we would need to take an airplane.
Peter - Oh... But, they don't let pregnant ladies on airplanes (this was information he was given when we dropped Brett off at the airport today to go visit our new niece)
Me - That is right, so we can't go there today.
Peter - OK, well maybe Aunt K wants to TRADE birthdays with me? Then we can have my party today and after you cut Campbell out of your belly we can go visit Aunt K's house on August 14th and have HER birthday party. Doesn't that sound like a great idea???
Nice logic Peter, but it doesn't work that way.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISSY! I AM VERY PROUD YOU AND WISH I WAS THERE TO CELEBRATE WITH YOU TODAY.
(photo taken in Vegas last year when Katelyn's finance, Jason, flew me out as her birthday gift)