Despite the fact that I really hate to celebrate my birthday (it just gives me no pleasure at all; I know that's strange, but it's the truth), my good-hearted daughter Supermangirl wanted to "do something special" for me last week. So she locked herself in her room for 30 minutes and hatched a plan to make me happy by giving me all of my favorite things.
a cheese sandwich ("because everyone likes cheese")
ten pictures that she removed from our photo album ("so you could see what your life has been like")
a picture she drew of SpongeBob Squarepants (no explanation necessary)
and $2.68 in pennies ("this is all the money I have in the world and I want you to have it")
Best damn birthday present I ever got.
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