Who needs a birthday when you get a birthweek

Mmmm... Chocolate cake with colourful icing. It's Maman's birthweek this week, which means we get chocolate cake and Papa makes dinner. Don't tell Papa, but I could live without his cooking. He tries hard so I'm trying not to deflate his rather fragile ego. On Sunday, it was cake night and we even got to blow out the candles. Because I'm two years old, I did my best to help Maman blow out all her candles, she's ancient you know. Izzie, on the other hand, wanted to try and eat the burning candles. Little sisters, sometimes you have to explain everything to them.