My daughter just came beside me a while ago, and in her hands was a small bowl filled with purple balls of Playdoh clay. As she gently placed the bowl on my desk, she looked at me with a gleam of excitement, she broke out into her favorite jingle…”Happy Birthday to you…Happy Birthday to you…”
I gamely smiled back at her. Taking a pen off from my table, I placed it right into one of the balls. She nudged me and I understood immediately what she wanted me to do. Blowing softly at the pencil, she clapped happily, acknowledging the fact that I had just blown out a birthday cake candle.
Then she took the bowl of “cakes” and walked out. Satisfied and fulfilled, that her Dad had just recognized her “birthday cake”.