Oh! What’s this they call sugar, and creamy cheesy too. Rich and licky sticky to fingers. What’s that they call balloon! Oh! Floaty and bouncy and curly ribbons tickle the nose on my face. I am all love! I jump and sing and do my walking like a circus pony, attached to daddy’s hand in the middle, round and round. Oh! What’s this they call cousin, him over there who runs and plays and chats all-business-like. Grow fast, hurry hurry! Want to do like him. Joy! This is what they call birthday, the day I arrived. That must have been some day, what with all these sweets and balloons and prancing and presents and people.