Sara had her whole birthday planned out for weeks. She had planned biscuits for breakfast and Macaroni Grill for dinner. On our way to school that morning, she said "Mom, you could've thrown a few candles on my biscuit. It IS my birthday!" She def. inherited the party gene from her Nannie!
Having birthday chocolate cake at dinner. This was expression when the waiters came to sing to her. After they left, she said, "Where was the Happy Birthday in that?" It's, Italiano SK! :)
About to blow out the candles.
The singing waiters.
