Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Birthday Overload
Parker went to three birthday parties in almost as many days this weekend. By the third part, he finally understood the presents were not for him, but I am worried he will be expecting cake and ice cream on every weekend.
At the last party, he did have a meltdown when his friend Steven got a big bag of Hot Wheels cars which Parker craved, it much the same way that people are driven made for gold in old Westerns. I finally carried him to the playroom, where there is an enormous train table. As I set him before it, he stopped crying, wiped his nose, and announced calmly:
"I feel better."
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