Eleven
Eleven-year-olds want things like skateboards for their birthdays.
Do you remember Back-to-School Night?
Do you remember that I told Lex she was getting a little plastic cup for her birthday?
Did you think I was joking?
I was not:
Beads aren't just for Mardi Gras.
Once again, Brigitta was dolled up for the occasion. She loves a good party.
Until she gets squished in a sister sandwich. In which case she looks like this:
"Uh...someone get me away from here.
And out of this sweater."
Behold, the cake!
And that's how you turn 11.
Got it?
