Today is my birthday!
I’m SIX years old. I think that is the perfect age. Mom agrees. She says if I could go to school, I’d be a first grader, and would be learning to read. How fun would THAT be? Then, I would help Mom with her writing work. Sometimes, she writes stories that are perfect for first graders, but they’re not books, yet. It’s just as well, since I can’t read yet.
To celebrate my birthday, I will have treats,
and I’ll finally get to play with my new birthday hedgehog, which has been hidden in the closet.
I knew about the hedgehog, because I picked it out at Petco last week. It’s been a looong wait, but I am sure it will be a blast to bite it and throw it and catch it and lick it and cuddle with it.
Mom says, “Writers are experts at waiting.” and “We have to wait for our big break. And then wait for our big break again!” and “Don’t break your new toy!”
I don’t know about Mom, but I’m tired of waiting!
REALLY tired of waiting. Let’s party!!