What I learned today was that you can make a big deal out of anything. Today I turned six months old. It’s no big deal, really. Just half a year. Wake me up when that half becomes a whole. Then we got something.
Still, Hot Mama, Daddy, Wyatt and Gram decided to have some cakes in my honor. Actually, the cake was more like a couple of ice cream sandwiches. And the unfair part was that I couldn’t have any of them.
So a party is thrown in my honor, and yet, I can’t be rewarded for it. That isn’t fair. I’m the half birthday boy, for crissakes. If you’re gonna make a big deal, gimme my fair share. That’s all I’m saying.
I might have to call Child Services over this one.