Yesterday when I told Maya that my birthday would be today, she put on her grumpy pants and demanded that it be *her* birthday instead. We had to gently change the subject.
Between this birthday jealousy, and the fact that I was dealing with a three-year-old, I was certain she forgot all about it.
Then this morning, while I was getting ready in the bathroom, she brought me a piece of (wooden but real) birthday cake (her Christmas gift since she's just a little crazy about birthday cakes) on its appropriate plate, and gave it to me, saying "Happy Birthday, Mama!"
She's just so ... unbelievable.
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