And we told him that the circumference of his cake will increase by one inch for every year of his life. Actually, in this shot he is reenacting his birthday moment, the moment where he wished "eat 'marshamallows' for breakfast" and then defaulted by asking me and Lindsay to blow out his candles for him (March 14).
It's taken him a few days to polish off his fire engine cake (six inches long--just kidding, it was full-sized), but every time he eats some, he requests the full treatment: candles, cheering, and "Happy Birthday," during which he
accompanies Lindsay.
Kid knows how to party.
In the back of the photo, you can see one of his favorite birthday presents, if you look closely. He can swish three pointers from up to four feet away.
In the second picture, you can see him conducting and singing "Happy Birthday." You can also see from his tired eyes that his cold, lack of sleep, and hours spent relentlessly perfecting his jump shot has begun to take a toll on him.
We can only hope that the NBA bucks will someday atone for this abridgment of his childhood. Poor guy.
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