I guess you have to anticipate that if you have a December birthday... you may also have a snowstorm birthday. When your mom, and your auntie Chrissy, and your Nana and Papa run around making cakes, and casseroles, and cheese trays... and dad helps as mom ridiculously cleans the house. Sometimes just by walking behind you and telling you to stop making a mess. That it may just be too snowy. But, you are turning 3. And everyone just wants to celebrate the awesome little guy you are. So, even if mom and dad ate their share of birthday cake x3, and Nana and Papa had to shovel to get out the front door, they all came to celebrate you.
So it snowed. A lot. But, again you are 3... and it was perfect. You loved being sung Happy Birthday. You blew out every candle. And your cousin Robert drove all the way from Boston to give you a Thomas train.
Then when mom thought we were getting tired... way before bed... we piled in the car for Chuckie-E-Cheese.
And just like that... you are three.
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