For instance, this morning in her sleep Madam verbally accosted me with "look what you did to my back!" and violently rolled over, yanking the duvet up over her head. I found a hat I liked in TK Maxx last week, so I tried it on and asked her what she thought of it. Cue deadpan face and the assertion that I couldn't buy that hat. When I asked why, I was informed that I was too old. This led to a ten minute showdown in the accessories section during which she repeatedly took the hat from me and hung it back on the wall with the reiteration that I was too old to buy that hat. When she's really mad at me, she says "you t-shirt not perfect." Shades of a certain Auntie that's a bit of a fashionista... you know who you are.
The party was, as per our usual, a total blast. House teeming with friends, table teeming with food, yard teeming with overexcited and sugared up children. Perfection. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.
That's a happy girlie at the end of a very successful birthday party. Mission accomplished, to be repeated next year.