Tuesday night at 9 pm my phone rings.  I was in bed reading.  It was Anders.

"Hi Nana."

"What are you doing up?" I asked.

"I stole the phone.  I'm in bed, but I'm so excited about my birthday tomorrow."

"I know.  Me too.  We're going to have a wonderful party.  Better go to sleep now before your parents find out you have the phone."

Wednesday morning at 8:10 am my phone rings.  I was thinking about getting up and all the things I had to do for Anders' party.

"It's my birthday," he blurted out.

"I know.  Happy birthday, sweetheart."

"It's awesome being eight!.  I love you, Nana.  I have to go to school now."

Eliza and I did the party from 2 pm to 4:35 and 10 seconds.  We counted the minutes!  Ten eight-year-olds inside on a rainy day in high spirits.  It went very well--lots of screaming, games, popcorn all over the floor, presents, cupcakes, and guest booty bags.  The birthday boy was super happy.