In the car, Anika said, "You have a spider on your head, Mommy." "Really? Where? Where?" I saw her sparkly eyes in the rearview mirror and I played along. "Where?"
She smiled and creased her brows and finally blurted, "Happy Saint Patrick's Day!" Then she broke down in tears. "I forgot."
I pulled over to give her lots of hugs. "You said it perfect," I said. "Just perfect."