A trip to the Mall with my daughter, who invariably offers thoughtful commentary on her surroundings, whatever they may be.
I post this sketch in honor of her half-birthday today. Long ago, when the children were tiny and each week seemed to mark another milestone, we developed the habit of celebrating their half-birthdays every year, as if they weren’t already sufficiently doted upon… But it’s a modest celebration, with a candle in a pancake, a little package beside the plate, and a rousing round of “Happy Half-Birthday.”
Ruthie
No pancakes or presents at our house but all half birthdays duly noted, particularly with a half rendition of “Happy Birthday.”
Excellent observations. Do we, perhaps, see a future novelist already gathering her material?