True to Form

Today is Angela's birthday.  I cannot believe that she is two years old.  Actually, there are certain times when I can totally believe she is two.  They generally correlate with the times that I want to pound my head into a wall repeatedly.

After I served the girls their breakfasts, I sat down in my seat next to Angela and sang "Happy Birthday" to her.  Upon its completion, she smiled and demanded, "Cake."

It is nice to see that some things don't change.