The things parents do...

L had her birthday party at the beginning of January, and since then we've left the remaining plates, cups, napkins, and plastic flatware in the middle of the dining room table.  Yesterday, I was doing something in the kitchen while she was over there.  I came over and she had spread out a plate, napkin, cup, and flatware to each sitting place at the table.  I was a bit exasperated, because it meant I would have to clean everything up, but she was so cheerful and told me "I have party!  Happy birthday!" 

Me:  "No, we need to clean this up, it's time for dinner."
L:  *big tears in eyes* "But I have PARTY!"
Me:  "No, we have to...oh, for the love of pete..."
L:  *wailing* "I WANT A PARTYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!"
Me:  "Okay, fine.  Would you like to have a dinner party?"
L:  "Yes!"

So, we had a dinner party.  It was a festive party of fish sticks, carrot sticks, rice, applesauce, and milk.  L was so happy.  She made me sing The Party Song (Happy party to us, happy party to us, happy party to u-us, happy party to us!), repeatedly, and kept telling me her milk was special because it was in a party cup.  She insisted that her daddy, her little sister, and myself all use party stuff too, so it was festive all around.  At least she didn't ask for party hats! 

I swear, the things I do for this girl sometimes.  If she ever tells me someday that I don't do anything for her, I'm whipping this event out of my pocket!

Party dinner!  (2-20-2012)