What Birthdays Mean to Me

Mommy (first thing this morning): “Abbie, can you tell your daddy ‘happy birthday?’”
Abbie: “Mmm, birthday cake.”


There’s a picture of the birthday cake mommy baked for me. It’s the world’s largest Hostess Cup Cake. She was ticked off when she discovered that the official version has seven squiggles instead of the dozen or so she wasted her time looping across the top.

Notice the glittery heart candles on top. Those were the only candles in the house. Such is a hazard of living with a toddler girl.

The cake was delicious, not that Abbie would know. After declaring “cake” to be the first thing she associates with “birthday,” she refused to eat any of it. Add that to pizza, hamburgers, and all the other childhood favorite foods that she refuses to eat.

Fun fact: I share my birthday with Kobe Bryant, Jay Mohr, Shelley Long, and Blogger.