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Today is Dave's birthday. Should I tell you how old he is? I would never divulge such information, especially since he's so sensitive about getting older. I told my grandmother the other day how grumpy Dave gets around his birthday, and how I personally think that it's better to keep adding onto your age because if you're not, you're most likely dead. She agreed, and since with age comes wisdom, that must mean I'm right.

This morning while Henry was at school, I labored over Dave's cake. Then after preschool, I labored over the frosting. Then I put the two together and voila! A birthday cake! Also somewhere in there I wrapped some presents, fought with Henry over birthday cards, stealthily put candles on the cake without Henry seeing, then sent him up to bed for disobeying me. Lots of times. All in a row. Which means the gift Henry's giving Dave is the gift of having a better attitude for Daddy than he did for Mommy because of all of the good sleep he's getting right now. Bah.

Happy Birthday Dave! Bet you can't wait to get home!