Our first born had a birthday yesterday. Since he has his own apartment, works, and is going to school, he is pretty busy. He had plans to go snowboarding, but those plans changed and we were able to get the "family" together for a birthday dinner. We decided to meet at 4pm to give him plenty of time to make class. I sort of recall asking him which location of this restaurant we would meet at...the one 5 minutes from us, or the one 5 minutes from him....I'll bet you can guess what happened.....we went to one, he the other. At 4:05pm I look at P and say...I wonder if our (my) wires got crossed about the location? A round of phone calls took place and we said...stay put, we're on our way. C was already there with him when we arrived. He opened his gifts, we had a nice dinner and NO CAKE....I just can not believe there was no cake! Wasn't it just yesterday that I was creating firetrucks, clowns, hockey rinks, and skateboards?