Green Acres

Ever since Audrey’s birthday party, she’s been obsessed with singing “Happy Birthday” to everyone and everything within ear shot. Nothing is exempt… the refrigerator, the coffee table, the cat…all possible targets for her birthday props. Last night she was saluting herself, and at the end of the tune she acted out an elaborate pantomime of blowing out the imaginary candle on the imaginary cake. When I asked her what she wished for she said, “a birthday cake” reasonable enough request…and then without missing a beat, “and a pony.” Damn…a pony…already?