Saturday November 7th, 2015

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: birthday cake.

Max had a pretty enjoyable day, outside of the birthday cake. Not that it was terrible or ugly or a total disappointment. It was just that we picked it up from the bakery after our visit to the swimming pool and he then proceeded to spend most of the afternoon asking for and whining for and pouting about not getting to eat it until after dinner.

Next year, he's not hearing a single word about cake until it shows up at the dinner table with candles on it.

Anyway. Swimming was loads of fun. Kat took this picture of Max in the pool:

We practically had to drag him out of the water when it was time to go. Dinner was tasty and the cake was amazing. Here's the birthday boy with his cousin doing their best to pose for a picture before the first slice was cut:

Max just about fell asleep at the table while eating his bedtime snack at home. He somehow managed to last long enough to change into his pajamas. Hopefully he has a good sleep tonight.

Because tomorrow we're going to another birthday party - this one for a girl named Ruby Mae who was born three whole days after him.


Cake! Cake! Cake! Cake!
Give it to me right nooooooow!
No, you'll wait for dinner
And share it with your fam- oooooow!


Greg said...

Next year get the birthday cake and a cupcake of the same type as the birthday cake. Then you can neatly split the cupcake into three or four and everyone gets a taste of what the birthday cake will be like without having to cut the cake early :)
Max is looking a lot like you in those photos! Though I imagine showing them to your mother just sparks reminiscances of what you were like at that age :-P
Hah, I like your poem. I think it sums up the situation perfectly.

Birthday cake
"Birthday cake only attracts birthdays,"
So she avoided them with meticulous care,
And stayed twenty-one until she should have been fifty,
When the birthdays ganged up on her.

Marc said...

Greg - that's actually... a pretty good idea. Thanks!

Yeah, everyone keeps saying how much he looks like me. They also seem to think he's pretty cute, so I'm not going to complain :P

Heh, that does seem like a solid anti-aging strategy. Except for the part where time finally catches up with you...