"I am Not Old Enogh"

Apparently, the bloggerly compulsion to document the little things of life is genetic. We recently had a baby shower for our dear Sara, and afterwards, unprompted, Louise wrote the following accounting:



Let me transcribe (with minor editorial corrections for spelling):

"Sara Roahen's baby shower was today. She is having a boy. I bet he will be really cute. I hope he is not annoying. Most kids are sometimes annoying and sometimes really cute. There was lots of presents and almost all of them were of course, for the baby. There was lots of food too. My favorite of the main course was bacon and black pepper biscuits. I ate four of them. For desert I liked the peanut butter brownies. They were peanut butter brownies with chocolate chunks inside. My mom put up my hair in a ponytail. She put the rest of my hair into butterfly clips. I was wearing a white dress with flowers all over it. In the kitchen my mom was wearing an apron over her party dress. It looked sort of funny like that. In the party my Mom takes off the apron. My Dad makes The Drinks. Everybody says they're delicious. How do I know? I don't. I am not old enough."

Hilarious.