(Libby) "Mom, for my next birthday I want a waitress."
(Me) "Huh. A waitress?"
"Yeah. Like at Grandpa Dad's birthday."
"Oh. You want a catered affair."
"Yeah."
"Sorry sis. Not gonna happen. At least not on your sixth birthday."
"How 'bout when I'm ten?"
"When you're celebrating 70 we'll have it catered."
Credit to her for being one observant little goose....
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