Adeline is three.
Eating the Birthday PB&J.
She’s wanted chopsticks ever since we read Rosemary Wells’s Yoko. She’s also been asking for sushi. We were going to make candy sushi (the ingredients for the real stuff being scarce in this small town near the very middle of the continent, as we are) but for reasons I won’t go into, candy sushi was not made.
Here she is blowing out the candles on her birthday ice cream. Um, yeah, there was no cake either. No sushi, no cake … what with preparing our first Thanksgiving meal at home, putting up Christmas decorations (which required rearranging all the living room furniture), and attending a performance of The Nutcracker, time kind of slipped away from me.
Fortunately, she loves ice cream just as much as cake. Thank goodness! I’m pretty sure this is the last year she’ll let me get away with not making a cake. She also insisted on re-lighting the candles three times so she could blow them out.