It’s my party, and I can cry if I want to

So, the ‘rents decided to celebrate my birthday a day early. Why for? I don’t know. They’re crazy or something. They brought out this big cake with a “1″ on it. Everyone knows that a baby is allowed to dig into the cake on their 1st birthday, right? That’s what the other kids told me at the park, anyway. Well… they brought out this big cake, right? And of course I reach out and take a handful of frosting. Instantly, the room is full of a cacophny of screams and laughter. I couldn’t take it, so I started crying. Serves them right for ruining such a peaceful and joyous moment for me.

Oh yeah, and I got a bunch of stugg.