This is a picture of my orphan child on Paige's birthday. (Greg says he's saving this picture to use as teenage blackmail.) I guess Macy assumed that because we stripped Paige down to a diaper to eat cake, she should have the same privilege. She went into her room and emerged in this concoction a few minutes later. She hasn't worn pull-ups for months (I don't even know where she found one), but they are very flattering. I guess Macy also assumed that because Paige got to rip into the cake with her hands, she should have the same privilege. Seriously...whose child is this?!?
We were in the store today, and I let Macy pick out cupcakes to take to school tomorrow because it's her birthday on Wednesday. I grabbed some chocolate cupcakes with sprinkles, showed them to her, and asked her what she thought. Her response: *With a huge smile on her face, "Mommy...do you want to see me jump for joy?!?" At least she's funny (although her sense of fashion needs a little work)!