I had a birthday.
It was a good day. Will and the kids gave me a nerf six-shooter, a book on how to play the banjo by Pete Seeger, a set of stitch markers, and bat-earrings (if you say that out loud it sounds like batarangs). When Sam handed me the last box, he said, “Now, Mama. It’s Batman!” I said something like, “I’m sure Batman wouldn’t fit in here.” And yet!
We went downtown after breakfast. I got some supplies at Michael Levine (actually for a pirate flag for Sam, but I also grabbed myself some knitting needles), took the photo above when I hopped out of the car to grab french fries for a certain young lady, and then we all had lunch in Chinatown and played on the coin-op rides.
(We thought this one was a rocket, but it turned out to be Robby the Robot. We think.)
I had a really lovely party in the evening. No photos were taken, but much sangria was consumed and the food was (if I may say so myself) really excellent.