Birthday wishes...

Evie's birthday is in one week, next Monday my baby girl will be 5! So obviously there is a whole lot of birthday talk going on around here right now. Everyday she thinks of a new request, "Mom? For my birthday can we go to Disneyland?" Um, no. I wish, but no. "Hey Mom, for my birthday can I get a princess bike?" Much more realistic.

Tonight as we were sitting down to dinner she dropped this one on us, "Mom? For my birthday can I have a birthmark?"  Naturally Brian and I both laughed because she is so adorably funny, and I said, "No sweetie, birthmarks happen when you are born. You can't really get them later..."  Evie promptly dissolved into tears both because she couldn't have a birthmark and because she thought we were laughing at her. And so for her fifth birthday my daughter is getting a birthmark, a heart on her shoulder.

And just when I think the crisis has been averted, Jake pipes up and suggests, "How about you get her a tattoo? Then it would be a permanent birthmark!" I think I've squashed that idea by explaining in (somewhat graphic) detail about how they stab you repeatedly over and over with a needle when you get a tattoo. Evie thinks she needs a band-aid when she stubs her toe, so I'm not too worried she'll ever want to get a real one. I'm just hoping Jake never does, he was saying something about having Uncle Patrick draw him a snake "birthmark" on his shoulder...