One week ago, I turned 3.
I waited and waited… and then it was my turn to have:
When I got up out of bed, I saw this:
I said, “WOW!”
Then I helped my mom frost some Cupcakes to share with my friends.
I invited them to play with me at Rock Creek. My mom brought along cupcakes.
She also took some “SWEET” pictures of me.
Do you remember how much I love balloons?
I have been waiting a long time for this day.
I got Mac for my birthday. He is my buddy. He is my friend.
My mom says that she doesn’t want me to be three. I told her, “I am older now.”
I did something that was very fitting for a 3 year old today. I threw a tantrum.
I decided that I didn’t want the birthday cookie that I had picked out months earlier. One hour before my big dinner I decided to switch things up for my mom. I think it is a good idea to keep her on her toes.
I cried and cried until she agreed to make me a Mac cake.
She must really love me, because she did just that.
She even had to go to the store for eggs.
I was so happy when I saw it.
What do you think?
I was thought it was so special. She said, “Isaac, I like to freeze my cakes before I frost them.” Whatever that means.
My mom was grateful that I was happy. She said, “You can have whatever you want, it is your birthday. Tomorrow will be a different story.”
I picked Chicken Nuggets, french fries and ketchup for my special dinner.
Then I opened the one and only gift that had not be opened already.
I was more impressed with the Pez dispenser that my mom put on the top of the present.
I ended the night by making a wish and…
waking up the next morning asking if I could do it all again.