Last year, I did this same questionnaire: You ask your child the same twenty question on their birthday every year, so you can see how they change. So this morning, while we snuggled in bed for a few minutes I fired away:
1. What is your favorite color: rainbow
2. What is your favorite toy: legos
3. What is your favorite fruit: blueberries
4. What is your favorite movie/TV show: Robin Hood
5. What is your favorite thing to wear: dresses
6. What is your favorite animal: zebras or giraffes
7. What is your favorite song: The Beatles! (Momma note: I was also surprised by this answer, but then I remembered she is her father's daughter!)
8. What is your favorite book? Anything with Fairies and/or Dragons and/or Princesses. (Momma note: We have been reading an awful lot of Bearnstein Bear books as well).
9. Who is your best friend: Stella or Grant or Karly
10. What is your favorite breakfast: bagels
11. What is your favorite lunch: peanut butter & jelly (Momma note: she NEVER tires of this!)
12. What is your favorite dinner: Macaroni & Cheese
13. What is your favorite snack: any type of strawberry smoothie
14. What is your favorite dessert: ice cream
15. What do you sleep with at night: Blankie
16. What is your favorite thing to play outside: chase, or pretend on the playground
17. What do you want for your birthday dinner: Cheese pizza and strawberry cake. (Momma note: which was successful! She also declared a Pizza movie night and choose The Lorax to watch).
18. What do you want to be when you grow up: An astronaut or maybe a zebra (Momma note: You have slowly become obsessed with all things space; as well as all grassland animals).
19. Where is your favorite place to go: to the zoo (Momma note: I was very surprised by this answer, but we did just go last weekend to the Oakland Zoo where she LOVED watching the zebras.)
20. What is your favorite game: tag or Candy Land
I also owe you your birthday letter, but alas your father and I are heading to Las Vegas (leaving you in the very capable hands of our grandparents) early tomorrow morning to party with a bunch of fourty-year olds. And by party, I mean sleep, read silently to oursevles, and eat dinner while enjoying our own conversation. (And I only speak for ourselves, I believe the fourty-somethings will be able to party our thirty-something bums under the table!) So, your birthday letter will be a little late this year.