Everyday is a Party

The following conversation occurred a few days ago after Jillian woke up from her nap. Maybe she was dreaming of pizza?

Jillian: Mommy, I'd like some pizza, please.

Me: Huh? Pizza? Uh, I don't have any pizza.

Jillian: Mommy, I'd like some pizza, please. You make pizza for my party hat.

Me: Huh? Pizza? Party hat? Um, ok.

We sang Happy Birthday to Daisy in silly operatic voices. It wasn't really her birthday. So, Jillian said, "That's silly, Mommy."

(The construction paper party hat that we made was quickly ditched when she realized there was going to be some REAL pizza involved instead of just pretend pizza. I improvised with an open-faced burger bun, spaghetti sauce, mozzarella cheese, and pepperoni.)