I just called Ellie from work to wish her a happy birthday. Carla knew it was coming so she let Ellie answer.
Ellie: Hi.
Me: Hi, is this Ellie?
Ellie: Yeah.
Me: Hi, Ellie, it's Daddy. Happy Birthday!
Ellie: Happy birthday.
Me: Umm . . . So, do you feel like a big three-year-old now?
Ellie: Yeah.
Me: Are you wearing the birthday crown Grandma got you?
Ellie: Good.
We let her get her ears pierced for her birthday this year. She was pretty excited about it till we told her that it would feel like a little pinch when they pierced them. For the next couple of days leading up to the piercing she kept saying that she didn't want to do it - "I don't want the pinch." Well, we made her do it anyway because we wanted her to be afraid of birthdays forever. She cried for a couple minutes but then she was fine and she really likes her earrings. Daddy's still on the fence.
Walker woke up at 6:55 this morning and came out of the room crying.
Carla: What's wrong, buddy?
Walker: I don't like to wake up in the high sixes.
Carla: Why?
Walker: Because it wastes my day.
Then, later: Mom, do I have to take a nap today since I woke up in the high sixes?
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