Best Birthday Ever …

The beauty of a summer birthday is the terrific parties you can have. Paige had some wonderful ones growing up, swim parties and slip-and-slide parties and going-to-Shakespeare-in-the-Park parties. The best one I remember was when she turned 6 or 7 and we loaded up the family and a bunch of her friends, and even a few friends’ parents, in the old school bus and drove to the pool in Highland Village where we inherited a membership (shout out to Sue B and Brian K for that one). Everybody swam and the girls played a fishing game in the baby pool and we ate an ice cream bombe cake that looked like a watermelon and Paige opened presents on the drive back.

I think her 21st birthday abroad has outdone it.

P.S. Don’t glaze over when Paige gives her critique of the K-pop bands. She knows things. Two summers ago she showed me a YouTube clip of this obscure, goofy dancing guy that about 100,000 people had seen. Turned out to be Psy and Gangnam Style (266 million views and counting).

Overheard in the Wolfe House #274

Peggy (meeting Sam at the baggage claim, at 1:21 a.m.): You have a new carry-on bag?

Sam: Yes.

Peggy (as she and Sam get in the pick-up, about 15 minutes later): Did someone give you that bag?

Sam: Yes. Aunt Teresa.

Sam (at home, about 45 minutes later): I need to put the bag in the refrigerator.

Peggy: Really? Why?

Sam: It’s full of cookie dough.