It's difficult for a three year old to grasp the gravity of a birthday. I think that Drew has been a little confused by all the attention today. Like, I'm not totally sure why Mama sent two dozen cupcakes to preschool this morning, but hey - I'm not complaining!
After we were stuffed with carbs, the waiters and waitresses sang the infamous off-key birthday song to Drew. It makes adults cringe but makes kids giddy like Christmas morning. He loved it!
The surrounding tables joined in the sing-a-long fun and wished Drew a "Happy Birthday!" They also said how cute he is because he's totally cute. Duh.
Drew was overwhelmed by holding the attention of the entire restaurant - the song, the applause, the "oh, he's so cute! - and he panicked.
With all eyes on him, Drew smiled a nervous smile, and then he shouted,
Proud Mama moment right there, folks.
I should probably talk to Drew about how to appropriately fill uncomfortable silences. Tomorrow. Because today is his birthday and he can say poop all he wants. Happy Birthday, Drew!
|We asked for a piece of cake as big as his head. |
I guess they took us seriously.