Tonight at dinner, I asked Wrenn what kind of birthday she wants. It's still a few months away, but I like to have plans in my head, and what kid doesn't like to talk about birthdays? As I expected, she wants My Little Pony. I was discussing with Patrick that we may need to have it at the park or something because we don't have a lot of room at our house, blah blah blah.

In the middle of our conversation, Wrenn says rather matter-of-factly, "I'm inviting boys." She doesn't even look up from her dinner, just keeps right on eating.

Egads. She doesn't like them yet does she? Boys should be icky for at least another couple years, right?

Yeah, too early for that business. I think our little genius just figured out that the more people at her party, the more presents she'll get.

*insert big sigh of relief*

That was scary.