WG sez she’s old enough to have her own blog. I said no, she isn’t. But I will share this one with her. “But you WILL let me have my own!”

No, I won’t. So what has our own WG been up to lately?

WG: I have two grown-up teeth growing in. They are big. What? Can I write on there?

(At this point she wanted me to teach her to type. I am grouchy and do not feel like playing typing teacher. But I will play secretary, briefly. So…)

WG: I went to a birthday party yesterday. It was for T from my class. We went bowling. I bowled. (She had a good game, she sez. I wasn’t there so I wouldn’t know — she went with two of her other buddies from class. I’m assuming it was bumper bowling. They have arcade games there, but I forgot to send quarters with her so she didn’t play.)

WM: Did you care that I didn’t send quarters with you to play arcade games?

WG: I did not care.

WM: Was the cake good?

WG: The cake was good. It was funilla and chocolate, with a baseball glove and a baseball on it, for decorations. (WM: It was from Costco. I love Costco cakes, do you? I love Costco.) I had two pieces. They did not have ice cream. We did have Sprite. For goody bags — candy, a car, party favors, that’s all. And, like, hmmm. A pen. Like a pen you write with.

WM: Did everyone from your class show up? (They were all invited. Everyone from her class — every single kid — invites every single other kid from the class for their birthday parties. Plus family, plus “outside” friends. They are all insane. Do they care when I tell them so? No, they think it’s funny. They are all happy and perky and I am grouchy. I guess it’s why we all get along so famously. We really do, it’s a trip. It is a blessing. Back to this “inviting 30 kids to everything.” Yes, I tried it last year, for both kids’ parties, and it was a freaking nightmare. Is there no moderation in this world today? I am the only one grouchy over this, by the by; everyone else seems to think it’s an awesome idea. I am so blissed out that B, one of the dads, took WG and his twins to this gig so I didn’t have to. I also have a sore throat and stupid g.d. cough again, thus the grouchiness is exacerbated. Is that the right word? Don’t care. Coughs and sore throats for me usually turn into bronchitis. So I really wasn’t up to it, mentally or healthwise. B is an angel. If his wife is reading this, plz tell him thanks, again.)

WG: No. Not everyone from my class showed up. Most of them showed up. Maybe three other kids were missing. But now can you write — There are 17 kids in my class. No, 19. So that would mean (we counted this one out together) 16 kids. (WM: Plus the extras — T’s mom, who just rocks and is so mellow all the time — is a home daycare provider, too. God love her for this. The girl is tall and blonde and funny and rarely raises her voice, much less yells at the kids.)

WM: Did T open his presents there? What did he get?

WG: Yes. He got lots of art supplies. (WM: We gave him a wooden model of Godzilla earlier in the week.) I can’t remember anything else!

WM: What’s your idea of the perfect birthday party?

WG: E’s was perfect. Because I think only girls were there. And T. I dunno.

okay that’s it from us — ttfn…