But what the hell, it was her birthday. And how many other kids request a simple bowl of soup for their favourite meal?Still, at least her Fulham shirt fits!
True to her word, Abby wore the Brentford shirt over her trackies this morning (if not out in public). Grin.
Still, she seems to have had a fine enough day, came back from school laden with gifts and a big happy grin plastered across her face. One of her friends even baked a cake for her - smile. 'Course, we had one too - albeit small, but hey, with all the choccies she'd been given, I'd reckoned it would be more than enough.
Spot the broody teenager - that's his empty bowl on the side, he needed a snack before suffering through the present-opening. And that's my limited edition Chloe Cheeseman print he's about to topple (like he cares, eh)?
Shame the footie-shirt was ten times too big - but she said she'd like to keep it anyway, it would go over her track-suit (bless). She was dead chuffed with her stop-watch, although less than delighted with the make-up kit big sis' came up with (big sis' being big sis', guess she bought it knowing it would revert back to her). In fairness, she did also buy her a DVD, but being as how it's viewing age 15 or over, it's hardly appropriate for a twelve year old. You'd be forgiven for suspecting Beccy's motives are far from altruistic.
It was a very low-key affair compared to her sister's last birthday bash, but it was what she wanted, and I have to confess I found it far less taxing and much more enjoyable this time around. Being as how a birthday falls every three months in this family, it is a brief respite before the next one rolls round.
It's the Princess's one next (God help us).