This Sunday, Henry turns eleven, and he has been reminding us of this fact for, oh, I don’t know, months? Yes, that sounds about right.
Birthday celebrations commence today. He’s requested that we bring Oreos and licorice for the class; last year, we brought donut holes which I personally was a big fan of because I got to eat all the leftovers. This year, not so much.
He’s also let us know that he is in charge on Sunday, and that means of the remote control, the meal schedule, and where he sits in the car (he has called shotgun). Henry obviously has very specific ideas on how this birthday is going to go!
He’s asked for Mom’s homemade cinnamon rolls for his birthday breakfast; all the kids usually ask for them and I’m happy to oblige, even though they take about three hours to make (!). Then he wants Papa Murphy’s “paparoni” pizza, and he wants to watch the Garfield movie. After that, he’s pretty much done – that’s the pinnacle of his birthday wishes. Simple and easy to fulfill. Hopefully, we’ll have some snow to add to his joy!