C A K E

So I'm one. Big deal. So far all I've got to show for it is a bunch of people putting their mugs in my face, pinching my cheeks, tousling my hair and a bunch of kids running around screaming, "cake, cake, cake." If I could only figure out this confounded contraption keeping me captive in this chair, I'd make like a baby and head out. Ha, a baby joke.

But wait, what's that. A banner tow. Hmm, perhaps things are looking up.

Whoa! I don't know what that is, but I'll take the one on the left and a glass of milk.

This stuff isn't half bad, what do you call it? Cake, you say?! Well sign me up. Somebody get my Mom and Dad over here. I want to know why I'm just now hearing about this cake stuff.

Zish shtuff is absowootwee dewishuss!

Okay, now we're talking. I love being one. Can I be two tomorrow?

Thanks, Mom, for the best first birthday a guy could want! E