“Mom, why did you write this in my baby book?” I demanded, pointing to her description of my seventh birthday party. “How could you say that it was a fun party?” It had been bad enough Mom was not happy when I told her I had casually mentioned my upcoming birthday, and suddenly seven girls had invited themselves to a party I’m not even sure I was having. What made it worse was the girls had jumped all over my sister and her bed, making her cry. I had gotten mad at them and told them to stop.
The Life of the Party
The Life of the Party
The Life of the Party
“Mom, why did you write this in my baby book?” I demanded, pointing to her description of my seventh birthday party. “How could you say that it was a fun party?” It had been bad enough Mom was not happy when I told her I had casually mentioned my upcoming birthday, and suddenly seven girls had invited themselves to a party I’m not even sure I was having. What made it worse was the girls had jumped all over my sister and her bed, making her cry. I had gotten mad at them and told them to stop.