“Mommy, can we get cupcakes for my birthday? Please?”
I cringed at the thought of having to hit the grocery store on a Tuesday, Senior Citizen Discount Day. We’d already celebrated Norah’s big day. Two of her six siblings were also born in September and for the sake of simplicity we had one big celebration for all of them. Still, today was Norah’s actual birthday. Her fourth birthday. How could I say no?
“Okay,” I said, thinking of the seniors who would be swarming the aisles. “But we have to be quick.”
At the supermarket I popped Norah and her little sister in one of those carts shaped like a car and did my best to maneuver it to the bakery quickly. I picked up a package of cupcakes, swung to an other part of the store for birthday balloons and then got distracted by salad dressings in the clearance section.
From the corner of my eye I saw Norah standing up in the cart waving excitedly. “Hi, old person! It’s my birthday today,” she said gleefully.
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