Happy Birthday?

As fate would have it, James woke up on the wrong side of the crib the day I finally got around to throwing him a birthday party. I thought the cupcakes (which he calls "birthdays") would boost his spirits, but as it turned out, he was totally miffed when he got the one with a stick of wax right in the middle of it.  "No... what's this?!"  Here it is:
 




His two-year-old scowl is so priceless that I just couldn't help but egg him on.  Quality parenting right there.  Listen for the "Bye, Hannah" at the end.  We're on a first-name basis these days.  Literally.