The Pickle Is Making Plans

“Momma, I want to talk about my birday.”

“Okay, when you turn three?”

“Okay, sure. I want Legos. Chima and some Ninjago. And Cupcakes. And those orange things from TV day.”

“TV day?”

“Yeah, superday.”

“The Superbowl? Cheetos?”

“Yes, them. And that thing that you hit with sticks to make candy come out.”

“A pinata?”

“Sure. I want all dat.”

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind for your birthday.”

“Okay. Tomorrow is good.”


“For my birday.”

“Your birthday is not tomorrow, it’s in July.”

“Shhhhh, momma, tomorrow’s good!”