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A night to remember

Faith’s right. Being three is a lot of work. Everyone treats you like a baby, but babies can’t jump off the couch with a blanket cape. We can. I'm Holly. My dad is Uncle Jessie. He is everybody's uncle, but he is my dad first. My niece Faith was born before me, even though we’re the same age. I still don’t get how that works, but I do know where Dad hides the cookie jar.

Faith said she was having a soirée, which is a fancy word for party. She had a whole plan. I didn’t really plan anything; I just came to eat all t/nuggets I could and make noise. Nina flew in from Paris on her ultrasonic jet. She said her dad gave her 200k in pocket money. I said, “Cool, can I have a cookie?”

The Bluey-shaped nuggets hit the spot. Then we clincked our juice boxes & toasted, “TO BE THREE & FREE”. Faith sipped hers slow. Nina held hers like she was a princess. I slurped mine and made the loudest burp in the world. "Oops, pardon my French!" They laughed so hard Faith fell off her chair & Nina almost spilled her juice.

For dessert, Faith showed us how to dip the berries so t/chocolate didn’t drip. She said, “See? You have to twirl it.” I twirled mine once and then shoved the whole thing in my mouth. It was so good I barked like a dog. Nina laughed so hard she gave me hers too. I just stuck it on my head & chased them around yelling, “LOOK AT ME, I’M THE STRAWBERRY QUEEN," until t/berry fell off somewhere.

And yes, the juice. Faith says it was an “accident,” but really we laughed so hard it squirted out our noses. We tried to clean it with a sock, which totally counts. And if it doesn’t, then the group hug we did after definitely should.

The spa part was fun too. Faith patted my back but it was more like a drum. Nina lay down, humming our favorite song. I rolled up in a blanket and called myself a burrito. It was very relaxing. Now, if you excuse me. I'm too exhausted. Old people don't seem to get it. It's so hard to be three.