Sugar alone cannot shake a mom to the core of her being.
Neither will scientific minded simians nor a gaggle of Lego-eyed, cavern-building, pint-sized party guests.
Getting more presents than we can possibly store?
Nope. That doesn't frighten me.
Scary, but we'll manage.
But Ittybit turning three tomorrow?
That will do it. I am officially a puddle.
Happy just-about-birthday, babyofmine.