keep your fingers crossed for me

the other day, my daughter asked "mom, what will my sweet 16 be like?" let me remind you that she's six. six!

i didn't know how to answer her because this is the type of response that has the potential to come back and bite you in the ass. "i suppose we'll celebrate with cake." seemed like a safe enough reply, nothing but cake was promised. surely i can make good on this. fingers crossed!