When you turn 3

When you turn 3 you have to party like the best of 'em. You have to throw up a jumper, chow on popcorn and snowcones and run around until you pee your pants. Yup, all of these things happened last week at Harrison's birthday party.

The kids patiently waited their turns and then swung and swung until their arms were sore and treats fell from the trees out of pinatas.

We ate cake fit for a mouse. Mickey Mouse. We delighted in the treat that was so very good and sang and sang merry verses intended to celebrate.

The treats have been had and our party shoes are put away, until next year. Until then we'll make every day count, just like this one.