and the birthdaying continues...

Yes, yes, yes, it was a happy birthday. Indeed. It was a very special day. I got to do anything and everything I wanted. All Yesses, all day long. Very few no's. When I asked for juice, they said Okay instead of the ususal How about milk reply. And Mama danced with me to the entire ABBA record when I know she is really, really sick of hearing it.


I got to watch a whole hour of television, an uninterrupted Sesame Street, start to finish, instead of the standard twenty minute Elmo's World only.





And then there was CAKE. I have never had cake before. It was lit up like the hot fireplace and everybody sang the birthday song and I blew out the hot heat. And then I tasted my first intentional taste of sugar. Man oh man, now I know what all the hubbub around here is! Everyone helped me with my cake, even though I hadn't really asked for any help, and the next thing I knew I looked down and my cake had disappeared. It was really tasty and I didn't even get too freaky from the sugar. I was cool, I took it like a two year old.




And then, for the big finale, my parents led me into a room with a bed full of presents. A lovely display of toys! I feel like I just recovered from the whole incredible Santa concept, and then this. And it was all about me. Boy, what a great day. I love being two. And I promise to try my hardest to stay humble and unspoiled even though I am treated like a boy prince king.