Happy Birthday, Daddy!

There's a lot of talk in my house lately about "birthdays". (I've got one coming up, just around the corner, you know!) It turns out, Daddy had one too. I didn't know that because I wasn't around for it last year, but we had a little party for him over the weekend, and I learned all about it.
I helped Daddy open his cards.

And I made sure he was happy.

And then they all had cake. Now, I hear that cake is yummy, but all I got was a little tiny taste of Grandma's.

Do you think on my birthday they'll let me have some of my own?