I refuse to say it out loud, but the baby isn’t exactly a baby anymore.

I constantly remind her that she promised, when she was a toddler, that she would stay a baby forever.

“But Moo,” she cuts in (I have no idea why she’s been calling me “Moo” lately), “if I grow up, then I can do chores for you.”

“Chores?” I curiously ask.

“Yes! Like I can get the groceries for you. Oh! I can also go to the bakery. Would you like me to get you donuts from the bakery, Moo?”

Honestly, Arrow drives a really hard bargain here.

“Yes. No. I don’t know! Just don’t grow any bigger this year. Promise?” I plead with her.

“Sorry, Moo! I already blew out the candles and that makes me six!”

This logic refers to the time when, at the age of 4, she was really puzzled over how someone could become a bigger number. Eventually she worked out the process and explained it to me.

“I think Jesus made a special oil on the candles so that when you blow them out and then you eat the cake with the special oil, then you turn a new number!”

I mean, where’s the lie, though?

We hosted The Fool’s Cafe (our version of a mystery dinner) with a couple of her friends, and then local family visited for a little while. (We missed everyone who wasn’t able to make it / lived too far to stop by!)

Ready for a confession? Taylor & I forgot to give her a birthday present. She was well endowed with so many gifts already, that I thought I’d wait for the next day to give it to her… and then just never did. She never noticed the difference though! (Whoops.)

Happy birthday little love. Try not to get so big this year if you can!