Wednesday is Mini's birthday. The calendar says she is turning 7, though I'm not sure how that has happened. She informs me that she will now wipe her own bottom, since she is turning 7. This means I will no longer hear this precious sentence, yelled at the top of her lungs, frequently when I'm on the phone, "Mom! Can you come wipe my bottom? I had to go poop!"
My present concern (of the first world variety) is that no one will come to her party. We've invited the class, but nobody has rsvp-ed. Not sure what to think or do.
How are your whines, pixies?