I don’t remember signing a permission slip.
I’m quite certain I did not say, “Sure Sweetie, go ahead.”
If fact, I don’t believe I was consulted at all.
And though I’ve made my feelings about the whole situation quite clear, if seems as though there is nothing I can do to stop it.
Sigh.
Goodbye seven. You were a good year.
I’d like to keep you around a bit longer, but my girl…she insists on turning eight.
Whether I like it or not.

Happy birthday to my
funny
smart
adorable
sweet
loving
creative
snuggly
brave
imaginative
compassionate
beautiful girl.
I love you oh so much!
I guess I’ll learn to live with eight, but do your mama a favor, let’s not try for nine for a few more years yet.
M’kay?
Please?
[crickets]
Sigh.