Cake! E'buddy Like Cake!

I like to call this hairstyle, "Maybe I should think about getting it cut."

But this post isn't about me. (It isn't?)

It's about the cake.

For Campers' 77th birthday.

Didn't Pa (and sons) do a faaaabulous job with the cake?

We invited the neighbor boys (ages 7, 6, 5) over to help celebrate and eat the cake.

Meanwhile, in the midst of the din, I realized...

My baby is seven.

S-E-V-E-N.

(In case you couldn't spell.)