November 25, 2010. Jackson, Ms. 3 yr.old Molly.

It was a perfect birthday for Molly. She loved every minute, until she realized it was time to go to bed, then her bottom lip went out and she exclaimed "but I don't want to leave my purple birthday!" And the tears fell. Until then, she was in a state of ecstasy.

Several months ago, Molly decided that she was going to have a purple birthday. Every time her birthday was discussed, more purple appeared in her plans. It was to have purple balloons, purple cake, purple dress. No one knows where this idea came from, but she just knew, that her third birthday was to be a purple birthday. Of course, everyone fell in line, and everything for her birthday came up purple. She was thrilled but in truth, she always knew it would happen.

At her party Molly was charming and excited and enthusiastic, everything you want to see in a three year old birthday. She opened her gifts carefully and played with every gift. The only guests at her party were relatives. Her sisters and cousin wore purple. Her flowers, delivered just as she woke up from her nap, were purple, including a batch of purple balloons. The first gift was a pink leotard with a tutu which she put on and has worn ever since. Everything for her birthday was perfect, according to Molly. Now she is three.