Here we are again. It was your birthday this week. Sorta snuck up on me. You are five now. Five.
|what's this birthday nonsense you speak of mother?|
It seems more like a life gift. We get the gift of you with us as we grow old together. And that's pretty cool. Life together with you seems pretty awesome.
|why is there no cake on this tray woman?|
|let me think about this|
|who cares if i'm dirty? Cake is delicious!|
|glad you got with the cake program mom!|