I'm a little late in posting this, but I'm three! My birthday was on April 5. The weekend of my birthday Mommy went to visit her friend, so Daddy and I hung out all weekend. In honor of my birthday he bought me a cheeseburger for dinner and it was yummy! Then, on Sunday, the actual day of my birthday, Mommy came home and brought me an ice cream cake. YUM! I wish my birthday was every day!
My cake looked and smelled so good I didn't want to wait for Mommy and Daddy to light the candles and sing to me, so I tried to lick off some of the icing.
"What do you mean 'wait until I cut you a piece?' You guys can split the little piece, what's left is mine."
Note from Mommy: Cooper did not get to eat the entire cake. He just got a small piece.
Note from Mommy: Cooper did not get to eat the entire cake. He just got a small piece.
