My mom asked about Livie’s birthday list. I transcribed while my soon-to-be six-year-old wished aloud:
A diamond. A real one.
A kitten. (“I’ll feed it every night!”)
A gold ring.
A TV.
The key to the tooth fairy’s door.
A new blanket that looks just like the old one she lost (two years ago…).
Her own blog.
“My real own desk.”
A princess crown. A real one.
And then, she paused, and said, “AHA! I know! . . . No, wait, THAT would be too expensive . . .”
She continued:
A new Winnie the Pooh blanket.
Her own phone. (“That I really can call on. THAT KIND.”)
A gold necklace.
Her own iPad.
Her very, very, very own gymnastics mat.
A real treasure box.
“My own kitty.”
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