I had a wonderful belated birthday celebration here in Switzerland, including a long, leisurely mother/daughter breakfast of pastries and free-ranging conversation at a local bakery while the guys and kids played at home. Both Vivienne and Joseph made me birthday cards, all cute in an adorable 18-month- and three-year-old grandchild way. Then again, one of Joseph's was cute in a decidedly not-three-year-old grandchild way. He refused to write "Happy Birthday," or "I love you," or "Grandma," or even "Joseph." But when Janet suggested that he could write numbers instead, he went to work with alacrity. Here's one page of his unprompted, unscripted response:
Happy Belated Birthday!
Oh, I misread your title. I thought it said "Have Some Birthday Cake".
I knew you would get my joke, Heather. :) It's odd about the title, though: I wrote it, and half the time I still read it the way you first did.
