By Gail Johnson on
8/27/2009 7:30 PM
Tomorrow is my birthday. Right now, as my two-year-old sleeps, my four-year-old is sitting on the living-room floor a few feet away from me, with his daddy, making my birthday card. He’s been so excited about it that he’s been telling me all about it every step of the way. Daddy tried, for about two seconds, suggesting that they keep the card a secret. No way. My little guy has already exuberantly shown me the stickers he’s used, the pictures of the starfish from our last getaway that he’s cut out, and the green pipe cleaners he’s taped onto the construction paper for the card's “handles”. It's crazily cute.
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