Emma
couldn’t sit still in class. The class calendar had been changed to May. In
just one week was her birthday.
After
school Emma almost tripped getting off the bus, “Mum! mmMUMMY! MUMMAA, It’s
almost my birthday. I want a party and presents and EVERYTHING.” “Hmm…”
said Mum scooping up Emma’s backpack and headed for the front door.
Mum
hung Emma’s pack back up on the hook. Emma dumped her jacket on the ground as
her mum scooped it up. “Parties take a lot of work Emma.” Emma’s
lip stuck out as she kicked the floor with her toe, “Please momma?”
The
next day Emma missed all her playtime, and favorite TV show to plan for the
party.
She
stayed up late and used stamps and glitter and mum’s scrapbook paper to make invitations.
Her
friends danced around her when she handed out the invitations. Emma couldn’t
stop smiling for the rest of the day.
That
night after dinner she sat by her daddy on the couch. Together they looked for
things to do at the party.
“How
many ponies would fit in their back yard Daddy?” “Hmm,” said dad.
On
the day before the party Emma saw a cake in the bakery store window. It was
tall. It was covered with sprinkles. She stared until the bus turned the
corner.
Emma
ran into the house. She hung up her backpack. She straightened her shoes.
When
she was done, she said, “I saw my birthday cake.
It’s
perfect.”
On
the night of the party, Emma blew up balloons while Mum and Dad tied them. They hung up streamers. She filled the goody bags.
Finally
everything was ready…
The
doorbell rang.
The
presents were perfect.
The
games were grand.
It
was finally time to eat the cake.
But
Emma was fast asleep.
In the
morning Emma jumped right out of bed. How could she have fallen asleep before
eating her cake?
Next
year Emma would be sure to eat the cake first.
