being a dog

Went to my sister's last night for birthdaystuff. Sara made me a teapot (painted flowers, etc. on a white teapot, after which it was glazed and fired, I think)...very cool-looking! Sara and Annie helped blow out the candles on my cake. The rest of us started talking, then, and it was only after about five minutes that we noticed that Annie had been sitting there very quietly, taking her forefinger and dragging it through the top of the cake repeatedly, then licking her finger clean of icing. The top of the cake looked like a war zone. Still tasted pretty good, though. :-)

After dessert, I went upstairs and had a pillow fight on Ruth and Kaarel's bed with Sara and Annie (lots of shrieking and jumping around) until Annie fell on my foot and hurt her chin. At that point we went back downstairs to play Cinderella (I was the Stepmother, and Annie pretended to weep piteously when I told her she couldn't go to the ball). After that, I was a pet dog...a new game for both Sara and Annie, and they loved it. They fed me, punished me, patted my head, made me go fetch, locked me in the dog pound. Jeff rescued me from the pound, though, when it was time to go home.

Officemusic: UP (Great Big Sea)