It helps when someone picks out the birthday card they want you to get them.

While in Davidson last weekend we stopped in a bookstore because, well, have you met C?

Monkey knows her birthday's coming up.  So she went right up to the greeting cards, pulled one out, and marched over to me.

Monkey: Here, Mommy, you can get this card for me for my birthday.

I didn't get the book as it turns out it's YAF (and I'm almost 30). 

I have no problems with YAF, it just don't fit into my current lifestyle which fluctuates between playing princess with a 3 year old and trying to be an adult.