"Hey, Mom!" my five-year old shouts.
Yes?
"Who's birthday is next?" he asks. We've just celebrated Daddy's birthday this weekend, complete with take-out from BW3's and homemade (out of a box) lemon cupcakes with whipped cream cheese icing.
Buster's birthday is next, I tell him after a moment or two of thought. It's in March.
"Awww," he whines. "There won't be any cake!"
And there you have it. The sole purpose of other people's birthdays, at least to him, is cake.
"Who's after that?" he persists.
Uncle Brian. Mommy. Aunt Kelly. We name off several. He still isn't hearing what he wants. Can you guess where this is going? He's trying to determine how long until his own birthday. Because for that, there will be cake and presents. All for him.
