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.