I Think That This Is Middle Age

Yesterday was my birthday.  When I came downstairs in the morning, there was a present sitting on the baby gate purporting to be from the Bairn.  I find this claim highly suspicious since The Bairn is not allowed to have money as it is a choking hazard.

Steve baked an Italian cream cake and made Thai pork lettuce wraps for dinner.  The Bairn was a big fan of both, adding Thai pork to my list of Foods I Did Not Expect My Child to Like, which also includes grits and barbecue sauce straight from the jar.

Here he is planning to help himself to a little cake for breakfast.  There was no cake for him today, but I had a slice for every meal.  Happy Birthday to me.