My granddaughter Mia turned 4 years old Friday, August 22. For her birthday dinner, I took her and her sister Bella to El Mezcal, their favorite Mexican restaurant and then to Walmart where they each picked out a game.
Today, Sunday, her Mom and Dad gave her a birthday party at Chucky Cheese. All the kids had a great time moving from one activity to the next-playing the games and winning tickets that would eventually be traded for prizes; eating pizza; singing Happy Birthday with Chucky and his gang for Mia and the other birthday kids; dancing the Chicken Dance with Chucky and his gang; opening their treat bags; watching Mia blow out her candles and open her presents and of course the grand finale-turning in those invaluable tickets for awesome prizes that rivaled the ones we use to get in a box of cracker jacks when we were kids. Remember?
"Mimi, I put the candles on my birthday cake all by myself," said Mia.
"I see," I replied
She had about 20 candles all bunched up on one side of a pink iced confetti birthday cake.
Later Mia told her Dad that she had to go potty. He told her to tell Mom. She tried but Mom was involved in a conversation and wasn't paying attention. She ran to me and said,
"Mimi, I'm dancing!"
I grabbed her hand and immediately took her to the restroom. She said, "Thanks Mimi for taking me to the restroom."
"Mia, do you need to go potty?" She usually says, "No Mimi."
And I reply, "Are you sure? You're dancing."
"No, I don't have to go potty Mimi," she'll assure me. Then in less than 2 minutes she's running, not walking, to the bathroom.
Originally posted on 8-24-08
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