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Here it is – birthday numero uno. The first. The big ONE. |  |
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As seems to have become tradition for the first birthday, I got two cakes. Pretty funny when you think about it. Every other birthday – one cake. When you’re one, however, you get two cakes. Of course, the bigger cake pictured at right was to share with everyone else. |  |
| I then got to tear into the smaller cake all by myself… |
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| I also got to open presents. At least my brother helped.
As you can see, the whole thing was a bit baffling to me. Check out the identical expression on my face in these four different photos (to be fair, I had been sick and was still a little out of it): |
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I did eventually grasp the concept. Oh – I get to open these gifts and keep them? And play with them as much as I want? All right! |  |
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