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Sacrificial Lamb

October 6th, 2016

Dear Todd,

As you know, tomorrow is our daughter's birthday. She will be 11. We have discussed a myriad of birthday celebration options and settled on none, because she will be just getting back from Eco Week which is touted to be the most fun you can have in 5th grade until you get home and fall apart like a wailing zombie. I'm putting a lot of f'n' pressure on the power of a balloon greeting.

It turns out, however, that there is no shortage of things to do tomorrow. CSU's parade is downtown where they can stand and catch candy being thrown at them. The elementary school is having their "NIGHT" at Rollerland which just about brings me to tears of sick, dark laughter thinking of all these tired kids on wheels. The Middle school is having their "FUN NIGHT" which is a great fundraiser for  the school and is probably the altruistic thing to do. Sounds good. Pretty sure 11 is the age of the Altruistic Birthday. And last, but not least, it appears that it is Fort Collins High School's (Collins) Homecoming this weekend too. Which has no bearing on us except for the proximity to the gianormous tipi of kindling we drove past last night.

"Oh that is for their bomb fire," our eldest said pointing to the tower of twigs in the field on the corner.

"Their what?" I thought maybe he was congested.

"Their bomb fire. For Homecoming."

"It's called a 'BONfire'," I enunciated while laughing because he's almost 13 and I'm no longer able to function well as an adult.

"Hey!" He says as if a lightbulb truly just appeared above his head, "We should take Rena over to the fire for her birthday! And--"

"Sacrifice her," chimes in the littlest of the lot, from the backseat.

At which point the boys and I all start laughing uncontrollably.

Family therapy shouldn't be too far down the road.

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