(…. because what’s a bit of birthday shutterbuggery between friends?) I had a splendid birthday season, spent with friends, family, good food, lots of love and maybe a shade too many bubblies on Saturday night *hic*.
On Saturday morning, Inky came into our bed and snuggled in for a little chat. The conversation went a little something like this:
Mum: Sooooooooo. Who’s birthday is it it today?
Inky: Ummmmm, Inky’s?
Inky: Ummmmmmmmmm, daddy’s?
Inky: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm, mummy’s?
Mum: What do you usually say to someone when it’s their birthday?
Inky: [ponders deeply] Can I have a cake?????
And so we did…