Here's what my cake looked before it arrived in my room. Can you count the carrot candles? Yep, I'm SIX!
As soon as the cake was mine, I ignored Mom and Dad and dug right in. Mom snapped pictures anyway (honestly, I don't remember Mom taking the photos). Of course, somehow she was able to get a birthday hat into some of the photos. I really hate hats, but I like cake...so I promise not to be mad at Mom for the hat.
Mom says this is her favorite photo of the day (really...my mouth is wide open?)
When I was full of birthday cake, Dad took this picture of me and Mom. She always wears the goofy hat on my birthday. She says it has something to do with tradition. I don't know what that really means, but if it means I get cake every year on my birthday then she can wear that goofy hat every year! (Notice Mom's new glasses? I think she looks like my Grandma McHugh in those glasses).
That's enough excitement for me today. I'm off to take a well deserved nap. Until next time....