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

Ahhh birthdays.
Cake.
Ice Cream.
Gifts.
Friends.
Oh, and crying.
Let’s begin:
“Happy birthday to you……”
“Happy birthday to you……” 
“Happy birthday dear Reesie…”
 “Happy birthday to you!”
I think it’s safe to say at this point she was utterly terrified.
 Scared to death.
Scarred for life.

But wait!!
 Mmmmmmmmm
Frosting.
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