Four year old hijacked my day
Well, as of last Saturday, my eldest daughter and I now share a common number.
She is 4 and I am 40.
But, despite an age gap of nearly four decades, she is convinced that we have the same taste in birthdays.
"It's going to be all pink
and fairies and sparkles," she told me leading up to the event.
And when I told her I was having a grown-ups party she was bitterly disappointed that she would not be attending.
"People will be drinking wine and eating food that you don't like," I explained.
And hastily added: "We will have a family birthday during the day."
So when the big day dawned (having been treated to a surprise facial and childfree lunch the previous day), I celebrated it pre-school style.
The parcels were ripped open with frenzied hands (not mine) and their contents spilled over the bed.
A necklace with blue, green and pink beads that resembled boiled lollies, a stem of pink artificial roses and a giant pink Hello Kitty pen.
Just what I always wanted.
I wore the necklace for the day but the pen and the roses I haven't seen since.
An outing to the shops that morning resulted in more treats.
Clown ice creams, a merry-go-round ride and a bag of pink feathers from the $2 Shop for the girls as they celebrated my milestone birthday in style.
Followed by a covert father-and-daughter mission to the supermarket so Miss Four could choose decorations for the cake.
The "decorations" being an assortment of lollies - a chocolate fish as the centrepiece, surrounded by snakes, aeroplanes and fairy toadstools.
My birthday had been well and truly hijacked.
Miss Four has her own milestone birthday coming up in April next year.
