At some point in the last year (ok, really in the last 2 weeks) I have realized that I can no longer deny that my child is a girl. I have been told that I am no longer alowed to buy her boy clothes, unless she asks for them, and I have to start buying pink (that will never happen, you can't make me buy pink!). So as a compromise I started calling her Marco.
Last year at about this time I started teaching her how to play "Marco Polo" (you know, in a pool with closed eyes?). She tried to get it, but after a while she just started looking at me and saying "what" when I said "Marco."
So now I call her Marco, and it almost makes it easier to buy little girl clothes instead of little boy clothes.
As you can see from the above picture we had a good time with cake, and what you can't see is the chocolate rice cream they got too. Below is a picture of how Rebecca felt about said cake and rice cream.
Happy Birthday Marco!
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