Birthday girl

Sometimes I am magnanimous enough to consider kids as more than germ conductors or nazguls. Sometimes they have character; sometimes they're funny.

My friends' toddler(who is, incidentally, an anti-nazgul by name, as she is called Arwen) is such a child. Her parents wondered whether to introduce the religious aspect of Christmas but in the end opting not to bother. They decided to minimize the topic by singing "Happy Birthday" to the baby Jesus in lieu of a prayer before dinner. They figured Arwen understands birthdays, has celebrated her own and those of others. For that reason, they were a bit surprised when Arwen interrupted the song with,

Arwen: NO! NO! NO! NO!
Stop singing!
It's MY birthday!
Not baby Jesus! Arwen!