Today was the girl-child's birthday. She's now a big 8 year old!
Because I'm awesome, I offered to do her birthday dinner at my house, to spare Barbie from one-handed cooking. (And her poor children who would have to eat it!)
Here's what the Princess requested.
Yes, that is right. The 8 year old asked for blackeyed peas and cornbread. She is NOT a normal child. But I do what I'm told, so that's what we had. See ...
After much noise and merriment, there was also cake.
A good time was had by all. The birthday girl got great gifts, emails, phone calls, and even one text message.
Now, if you'll excuse me, there's a 13 year old who needs his butt beat.