When my mom asked me what I thought my dad wanted for his birthday, I had no doubt. "Cake!" Yellow cake, brown cake, green cake, it doesn't matter. Daddy wants cake, I was pretty sure. So, we made him a good cake for his birthday with chocolate frosting. Mmmmm mmmm! And it was a good thing we had a nice cake for him, because he didn't nearly as many presents as I did for my birthday, and they weren't as cool, either. Poor Daddy. At least he enjoyed his cake, and had enough to share.
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Happy Bilthday Dada Galy! Wowie Zowie! We didn't know you were going to be 7 this year! Holy Cannoli! Here are 7 high 5's...1,2,3,4,5. Hey! Now you are 7 and/or 35! Two passports! Mmmmm!!! :))) R G and RB! XOXXOO's!
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