When Avery woke up yesterday morning, the day of her birthday, I asked her how old she was. Her answer was, "Two." We realized that she didn't think she would turn three until the actual party. Even on the way to the party she still maintained she was only two years old. At some point during the party someone asked her age and then I heard her answer, "Three!"And what a party is was! A pretty dress, a face full of #3 stickers, a "prettyful" pony pinata. She loved that pinata to pieces but was just as enthusiastic as the others about whacking at it and dove in to gather candy with all the rest. Then there were the special presents which were so much fun to open, a birthday cake with heart sprinkles, Zoo Pals plates and lots of time to play at Emily's house... Really, when you're 3 years old, could life get any better?
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