Birthday Someone

Someone is very social. VERY.

Someone is finally wearing her appropriate size of clothes (after being two sizes smaller her whole life).

Someone loves animals.

Someone loves to talk and talk and talk.

Someone likes to shake her booty.

Someone asks for a peanut butter sandwich every single day, at least twice a day.

Someone loves to color.

Someone loves to ask questions.

Someone likes me to call her Suckerblooder (when she is a vampire, of course.)

Someone always wants to play with friends.

Someone adores wearing nightgowns.

Someone likes to make up elaborate names for every one of her toys.

However, someone can't remember the names of any actual people she knows.

Someone is practically a fish when she is in the pool.

Someone isn't afraid of grown ups. Or strangers. In fact, she prefers them.

Someone likes to make friends with bugs and worms.

Someone likes to eat her vegetables.

Someone is a good helper.

Someone wants a pet fish, a pet gerbil, a pet hamster, a puppy, a kitten, a pony, and a chinchilla. (Someone only has an unfriendly cat.)

Someone is a meat lover.

Someone is a daddy's girl.

Someone loves sugary treats. For every meal. And after every meal. And between every meal. (I wonder where she gets that from?)

Someone has started liking shows with real people, not cartoons.

Someone is a flirt.

Someone is my little girl, Daphne.

And Someone just turned FIVE!




Happy Birthday, Lambie Pie!