According to my birthday cake, I have been around one whole year! I got to be a pirate for the day. This is my chocolate treasure chest.
Before the party started (when Mom wasn't looking), I broke into the bag of soda. Notice, I bypassed my presents for the bottle of Coke.
This is me as Captain Therrell. I suddenly sprouted facial hair and a tattoo. I guess that's what happens when you turn one. Maybe I am a man now (or almost).
I had a real boat outside filled with my treasures and a flag letting all know that those treasures were MINE.
I also had a bird. He hung around my high chair but I didn't let him have any cake.
Jacob and I took turns on the slide in our little pool. He was my fellow pirate. For some reason, our facial hair started to disappear.
The best part was the chocolate cake. I don't know why I had a bib on. I got it EVERYWHERE.
I ate the whole slice.
I liked all my treasures, but was a bit overwhelmed.
And even with all that chocolately sugar running through my body, I started dreaming as soon as my head hit the pillow. Pirates have a tough life. -maddox
