I could sing the National Anthem at age three. It is my claim to non-fame. It was recorded on cassette tape for posterity (and the purposes of showing off, obviously) and now no one can actually play the bastard because none of us have cassette players any more. So you're just going to have to believe that I was super talented once and then wonder what happened because I haven't been asked to sing at the AFL Grand Final. I could totally sing better than Meat Loaf. But I digress.
The other day I looked at the calendar and realized that I'm going to
blink and The Trickster will be four. FOUR! Now the first thing others
might do on recognizing that a birthday is looming is decide on a cake
theme. Not this chick. For me, it was time to teach Tricks that Australian's all love Ostriches or something...
Booty, rich and red? Love it! Close enough, Tricks, close enough.
What awesome thing could you do as a kid?