Today I received the following email:
It’s good to see him again, rather contentedly holding his three balloons, as always. Turns out Boonder asked Mom if she could have him in time for my oldest nephew’s second birthday, beating out both me and my brother by reproducing early (and remembering the poor, neglected thing in the first place). I’m just happy to know the tradition will live to see another 18+ years. Even better, here you can see Mr. C holding a dollar in coins, in front of a cake baked and decorated in the circle shape and frosting color of his choice*.
One other bonus fact she shared with me during our phone call: Dad replaced the dimes with dollar bills because they needed the dimes for the next birthday.
And now you know…theย restย of the story.
*Red. That’s supposed to be red, if the rumors are to be believed.
At least The Sister dropped the knowledge on the bill/coin replacements. Thought I was going to have to do that. And good to see the next generation enjoying the fun. ๐
Haha! I can’t believe I’m the only one who forgot Dad was robbing the panda bank for practical reasons.
The poor circle cake is supposed to be a balloon, if you’ll be so good as to notice the triangle shape at the bottom of the circle. ๐
Oh, I knew exactly what it was. Just because others don’t understand, don’t let that get you down! ๐
But at the heart of it, it’s still really just a circle with a tiny triangle shape at the bottom.
(And of COURSE I knew what it was ;).)
Sure, sure. Now you’re just covering. Of course I know all of those things it didn’t look like I knew because now it makes me look silly. No way. No sir. No how. ๐
*raises right hand* As The Sister is my witness, I knew what it was before the insults started.