The Black Happy Birthday

The Black Happy Birthday

I enjoy Washington D.C., but I hate the drive to Washington D.C. And my trip this weekend was no different. I rented a car, packed up myself and Momma Coleman and we made our way to Chocolate City, not for the Broccoli City Fest as everyone assumed but to visit family and friends.

On our trip, my mom was set to help my cousin with some finishing decorating touches to his home and I was headed to my good friend’s kid’s birthday party. It was an afternoon filled with joy and energetic kids. She pulled out all the stops for an amazing basketball themed party that included medals and competitions. I thoroughly enjoyed being the solo auntie who didn’t have to be responsible for anyone or anything just making my way around and enjoying the atmosphere.

When it was time to sing happy birthday, there was the usual chaos of getting everyone together and keeping tiny people still while they wait for the candles to be lit. And then there was the discussion over whether to sing the original happy birthday or the “black” happy birthday.

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