Allison has always been obsessed with her birthday. She's always planning the next birthday party, who's invited (and who's not), what she wants to do, and most importantly, what she wants to get. Tonight, as she was drifting off to sleep, she was again making plans. She asked if I thought Jesus could come to her birthday, and would he bring her something good. So I asked what "something good" would be. "Maybe he could bring me a lizard. Or a box of steaks."
I have a feeling that no matter what we do for her, it's going to be a letdown. I mean, what could beat a lizard? Or a box of steaks?