Sophie marched into the living room the other day with her purse on her shoulder and announced to her Dad that she had been to Walmart, the bank and the cash station.  (I’m not quite sure if the cash station is the gas station or the ATM.)

She explained that she was planning her “three” birthday party and that she’s going to be 16 on her “three” birthday.  She went on to share that tickets to come to her birthday party  could be bought at Walmart for either $3.00 or $40.00.  For $3.00 you get a ticket to come to her birthday party.  For 40.00 (contain yourselves) you get a ticket to come to her birthday party PLUS a bracelet.  A pink bracelet.  Perhaps she has watched too many infomercials with Mom.

Dad was clearly skeptical and asked if she had one of the tickets to show him.  She said, “yes,” and then produced one of Cammie’s National Guard cards from her purse.  Well then.  She’s serious about this party.

I believe it was at this point in the conversation when Joe screamed, “RENA!  Get in here.  You’ve got to hear this.”  And then I joined them with a pen and paper.

After they filled me in on the plans, Sophie began singing, “Aubrey’s coming to my birthday,” which sounds nice.  Except that Aubrey is Courtney’s ex-boyfriend.  The ex-boyfriend that broke up with Courtney nearly two months ago.  The ex-boyfriend that Sophie brings up almost daily.  This is going to be one interesting party.

Later, when Courtney was filled in on the big plans, she asked Sophie what kind of food she would have at this bash.  Sophie didn’t take much thought before she announced, “a cake, french fries, water and peanuts and that’s all I got!”  And at some point she said she was going back to Walmart to get celery and flip flops.

I’m just glad she’s got the details of this party covered.  Clearly, my suggestions for a party at the Baton Rouge Zoo or Jump Zone cannot compare to a $37.00 pink bracelet and some peanuts.

Just between you and me—if you’re interested, I can slip you one of Cammie’s National Guard cards.  But I’m afraid I’m lacking in the pink bracelet department.