Do you think she has read too many Junie B. Jones books?

This morning Katelund woke up and ran into our room dressed for school and radiating with excitement. She was anxiously awaiting the big breakfast that daddy was supposed to be making for Cloey's birthday. As I reminded her that Cloey's birthday party is today but her actual birthday is tomorrow, the excitement slowly drained from her face. As she walked out of the room with her shoulders slumped and her feet dragging, she said,
"I think I just started my worstest day ever."