Due to the overnight snowfall, my 70 minute morning drive turned into a 2 hour drive. Once I got to the class site, we just reviewed for tomorrow's test, and the class was released. I was in class only 1 hour 20 minutes, then I started the 1.5 hour drive back to the World's Busiest Air Base where I went to the library to study to kill time before picking up P from day care.
Durning the ride home, for the 796346th time, I asked P what she wanted to do for her birthday in 3 weeks:
Me: Where do you want to have your birthday party?
P: I don't want to have a party.
Me: Do you want to go somewhere instead?
P: Yep, I want to go to Africa.
Me: We've been to Africa before, when we went to Morroco.
P: Not THAT Africa...I want to see lots of animals. The Africa we went to only had buildings.
I told her that we don't have time before her birthday to make plans for a trip, but she did make me pinky promise to take her for her birthday when she turned 10 years old.
She still didn't tell me what she wanted to do for her birthday.