Slippery Birthday Wishes

Birthdays and Twitter contests both abound right now!  Happy birthday to Gennie and Amy who are having this fun writing contest!  And Happy birthday to my baby sister -- who is now 41 years old.  She is friend and sister and shopping buddy and more.  In my teenage years and into my adulthood, we always celebrated my birthday and my brother's (both in February) with a family oyster roast.  Sometimes we went out, but we usually brought a bushel home from a local seafood market and scrubbed and steamed and slurped.  Eating steamed oysters is not for the faint of heart, but they are one of my faves!  Somewhere along the way, my brother revealed that he actually was not a big fan of oysters, so our tradition ceased.  His revelation inspired this short birthday story that I'm entering into the BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY contest in honor of Amy and Gennie.  You can find out more about it here: https://motherhoodblockparty.net/birthday-birthday-party-time/. My story, SLIPPERY BIRTHDAY WISHES is below.

“No oysters for my birthday!”
Della declared.

“They’re slippery.
Slimy.
Gross!
I want pizza for my birthday!”

“But we always have oysters!”

“Not this year. 
I want pizza -- with pineapple.”

“But Grandpa loves oysters!”

“Not Grandpa’s birthday.”

“But oysters are yummy and good for you.”

“Pizza is yummier and gooder.”

Della crossed her arms,
with her grumpiest face.

What a conundrum!

Della conjured a big tear in her eye,
with her saddest face.

Mama looked at her.

Della put her hands together and said, “PLEASE?!. . .”

So Mama brought out. . .
 Pizza!
for the birthday girl. . . 
Topped with pineapple -- 

and oysters!

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