the birthday of the Queen of the Known Universe. That's right, people. Poppette turned 11 today.
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Dear Poppette,
Today you're
one hundred and thirty two months 11 years old. This is you on your tenth birthday:

And now you're eleven. And you've grown up so much.
In many ways, you're still my little girl. You're crazy about sweets--especially chocolate.

You still have those cute baby cheeks.

Your room is still overflowing with stuffed animals--especially Minnie Mouse.
But you've had a lot of new experiences this year, and we've enjoyed watching you rise to the challenge. You were the flower girl at my sister's wedding.

You were absolutely perfectly composed for the ceremony. Then you danced like a maniac at the reception, ending up with a couple of Daddy/Daughter dances.

You went to a new camp, where you finally learned to swim. And you turned into a real water baby, much to the surprise and pleasure of the swimming coach--not to mention your parents.

And
zut alors, you've been to Paris! Where again, you behaved beautifully. I will never forget showing you the Botticellis at the Louvre. As well as what's her name--the lady Da Vinci painted. You know the one.

Oh, that's right. Mona Poppette.
We are so proud of you.
Happy Birthday, Poppette!
Love,
Mother