My Birthday

On my birthday, Papa Bear took the boys for the day and I showed up at the in-laws house for dinner. I got out of the car and M ran towards me yelling, "Happy Birthday, Mommy! Happy Birthday! When do we eat cake?"

For the next two hours at approximately five minute intervals, M continued to ask when it was time for cake. The cake was finally put on the coffee table, and unable to control himself, B took a swipe at the cake. This can be seen in the picture above. I guess it looked, uh, touchable. Everyone then sang, M very loudly, and then cake was was doled out. All the kids were happy, and the evening, thankfully came to an end with minimal damage.

My 29th birthday was great! No comments, please.