Last weekend Porter went to a birthday party for his friend Jackson. Rebb was DEVASTATED. He wanted to go so bad. When he stopped crying he demanded we have " ah own pawdy, wis candles". So we made a cake and had a little party of our own. It was pretty fun. A small price to pay to mend a broken heart.
Rebb helped with the cake the whole way. Dumping in the ingredients,
stirring the mix,
frosting, or at least licking the knife after I iced it,
adding some bling, in the form of sprinkles,
putting in the very important candles,
supervising the lighting of the candles,
and the most important part, blowing out the candles.
I guess the make do party worked. Look at this face. I enjoyed this party Rebb, it was my favorite private party ever.
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