The Birthday Present

Let me start by saying, I didn’t think it possible that two women could actually find something to say to each other for three hours straight, but my Mom & her friend managed to accomplish just that and then some, as they were still talking as we walked the car to leave, with the promise to continue the conversation at a later date.

After our three hour “just stop by for a second to say Happy Birthday” visit, where six kids were left to fend for themselves while the moms chit-chatted, I thought I would leave the birthday girl a little present on her front walk.  (To protect the innocent, I’ve decided to refer to the afore mentioned birthday girl as “Mrs. Willemin” from now on).

As I walked to the car, I realized I had not used the bathroom during our entire stay.  True to form, I stopped halfway down “Mrs. Willemin’s” sidewalk, turned around, pulled my running pants to my ankles and wrote my name in urine.  I should have written “Happy Birthday”, but seeing as I am only three, spelling is not my forte.

My mortified Mother yelled for me to pull my pants up as she put on her boots, but I saw how funny everyone (including the “try to hide your laughter behind your hand Mrs. Willemin”) thought it was and decided to finish my “message”.

So enjoy your present, not everyone gets a custom made gift from a sudo-celebrity on their birthday.

HAPPY BIRFDAY TO YOU, “MRS. WILLEMIN”!