I told Max he could be king for a day and plan the Birthday Menu so he ordered me to take him to Dunkin Donuts for breakfast, serve green Jell-o for (with) lunch, and cake for (next to) dinner.
He also ordered me to take the day off since he was going to be too busy for school today.
I understand. Do what you have to do. The kingdom needs you.
Last night, after Max finally fell asleep, I snuck into his room and put a bunch of balloons on his floor. I thought how cool would it be to wake up to a floor filled with assorted balloons on your birthday? It’s like waking up to a party.
This morning I woke up to Max totally creeped out by all the balloons.
Creeped-out Max: “Mom! Why are there balloons in my room?”
Out of Air Mom: “Because it’s your birthday! Happy Birthday!”
C-O Max: “I know. But why are there balloons in my room?”
I guess he didn’t appreciate them. And to think I wasted all that good air.
He was singing the praises of the Jell-o, though.