We had big things to celebrate. Another birthday, another year older. But, this is the last year Royal is still safely climbing "the hill" if you know what I mean. Next year gravestones and black confetti. This year, bright balloons and cream-filled cupcakes.
My three little helpers love a good celebration, so we spent the day baking, cooking, and blowing up balloons for our favorite guy.
Royal goes way back with the Hostess collection of ding dongs, cupcakes, and twinkies. Do they make something called a snowball? He loved those too. He kept a stash somewhere or another for a long time! I make a lot of desserts in my kitchen, but I don't think I have ever topped those cream-filled packages. I stopped asking Royal for his taste-test rating when I knew he was just comparing my from-scratch-latest-creation to those processed gas-station delights! I couldn't beat Hostess, so I jumped on board. We now proudly make our own cream-filled cupcakes and I know they are better. And if you ask Royal, he'll admit it too. If the words don't come out, it's because his mouth is busy with his 4th birthday cupcake. Then 5th. Then 6th.
Happy birthday from your fam. We love you. We love Saturday morning doughnut runs with dad, bike rides around the neighborhood, wrestling matches, couch-potato cartoon time, silly made up stories before bedtime, even sillier nicknames, pizza pick-ups, and those darn Hostess cupcakes. Thanks for bringing all this joy, even with the extra calories, to our home!
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