For the whole week before the big day his three elder sisters, like three elder sisters do, had maintained that for his birthday, he would get an Easter egg. Nothing else, just an Easter egg. One solitary Easter egg. It was the rules, they said. Because it was Easter, they said.
Now The Boy likes a chocolate egg as much as the next eight-nearly-nine-year-old but he'd put a whole year and a lot of thought into a wishlist of presents, and it wasn't looking too hopeful if his sisters were to be believed.
Grandma and Grandad also joined in the fun and pulled their highly hilarious: "Oh, is it your birthday? We'd forgotten" gag that they've played consistently since, well, forever.
And then when he finally got his hands on an actual present, and it all looked like his birthday might be ok after all, he discovered it contained some t-shirts and a pair of trousers.
Never has a nine-year-old been so stoic.....
But thankfully, you can always make a birthdays better with the judicious application of cake.
|I made this!|
And not just any cake, but one with a surprise inside...
|It's a chocolate AND vanilla|
Though, to be fair, getting all of his proper presents probably helped too...
But still. Cake ..
|Birthdays are better with cake.|