Today the little red-head (who refers to herself almost exclusively as “a type of pixie”) turns 7. Somehow 7 just seems so much older than 6. 6 is well, one step away from 5, and hey, my baby is 5, so that can’t be old, right? (don’t make fun of me here people, it’s my child’s birthday!)
For her birthday she had just a few small requests:
Cinnamon rolls for breakfast – check (thank-you pillsbury because I didn’t have time to be the Pioneer Woman on a school morning)
And a Luau — wait, what?? (insert record scratch here) Yes, she wants a luau. In December. Thankfully, when you’re 7, a luau can be paper tiki plates, a plastic hula doll on the cake, leis from the dress-up box and tiki torches in the backyard. Let’s hear it for imagination!
Happy Birthday Emma Kate!
Why does that bring back memories of the Tiki room at Disneyland? And why can’t I get that tune out of my head after 22 years?
The Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room… The Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Tiki Room…
I guess someone was up all night thinking up those lyrics, huh?