For my 3rd birthday party, I was the belle of the ball: tiny tulle wedding dress (my betrothal to sentience), a cardboard tiara (eco-conscious queen), and a three-tiered fruit cake I invited my neighbourhood pals to share. Everything was going smoothly until I caught literal wind of my buddy’s sharp intake of air, about to make a wish on MY birthday candles. Acting on instincts, I swiftly shoved him away and started on him. Luckily for him, I was kidhandled and restrained before any permanent damage could mar the day.
Following this dramatic event, my mom and I pulled up at the Chinese restaurant for my celebratory dinner. Despite the steaming hot dishes overpopulating the speedy! efficient! Susan, I ignored my primal urges at that age (to guard and demolish food). Instead, I strutted over to the full length mirror, and started to PERFORM. To an audience of one freshly-minted three-year-old, I sang, songed, and spun around as my mom squatted off to the corner, capturing the moment with her camcorder.
A star was born... (triple threat at that) (more updates on that later, but T^3 for now...)