Today is the Big Ballerina's birthday. Eleven. Two more years and she'll be a teenager. Scary stuff.
We were teasing her this morning that eleven years ago today we brought her home from the store. PetSmart. Found her in the monkey section. Because of her big gangly feet. She was on sale. Because she had no hair. What good is a monkey without hair?
Luckily the girl is a good sport. And she thought this was funny. I'm sure in two years. When she's a teenager. She won't be laughing at anything we say. Eye rolls and dirty looks will probably be on the menu then. Not looking forward to those days.
It didn't hurt that she was still high from the night before. When she received this card.
That explained what her gift would be.
And then the tonsils really came out. When she realized she was going to get it NOW!
Happy Birthday, Big Ballerina! I love you bigger than my bicycle AND my camera!
Next year braces?!?!