Here's a recap of Riley's birthday yesterday (not necessarily in chronological order):
"I be three. I eat cake."
(For the record, she specifically requested a pink cake. Which pretty much melted in our super-hot un-airconditioned condo.)
"I go swimming in the water with my swimsuit." (She actually spent more time biking in the water with her swimsuit.)
"I see Madison and Carson."
"I go to the painting place."
"I eat ice cream." (Not pictured, but occurred at Ben & Jerry's AND the family party.)
"I get chap stick."
"I get bandaids."
"I paint my fingers and my toes." (To somewhat appease Matt, I got a slightly glittery clear polish. Barely noticeable!)
There. Every single wish granted.
Have I set a bad precedent?