I’m a bad aunt. Button Baby turned 2 yesterday, Valentine’s Day, and I’m a day late in acknowledging it! Well, she is ONLY 2 and doesn’t read this blog …. uh, yet.
The latest on the Button Baby front:
She had some little friends over yesterday. At one point, they all gather around the table to eat. Approximately one minute of actual eating occurs, when Button loudly declares: “Everyone full! Time for pwesents!!”
Okaaay.
When asked her age, she says, “I’m 2. Not 5 or 6 or 7, just 2.”
Then, she’s decided she no longer likes her nickname. My brother and his wife started calling her “Biscuit” right from the get-go, saying she was always hot, “like a biscuit straight from the oven.”
But not anymore. No more Biscuit.
“Peanut!” she insists. If you call her any other nickname, you hear:
“NOO! PEANUT!!”
All righty.
So Happy Birthday …. whatever your name is!!!
(And, oh, YEAH, you’re definitely just 2.)