Once upon a time there was a boy who hated birthday parties. He hated the crowds. He hated the unfamiliar, overwhelming venues. He hated the scheduled “fun” activities. He hated the singing and clapping. He even hated—get this—the cake.
Fast forward a bunch of years and huge leaps later, that boy no longer has to be dragged in, kicking and screaming, to birthday parties. In fact, he quite enjoys them. Especially the cake.
The lighting of the candles on this beauty (which obviously I did not make), capped off Benjamin’s 11-year-old birthday party, attended by his classmates, siblings, and a couple of Zack’s, uh, high-energy friends.
There were thrones
and lots of jumping.
And also lots of hugs.
So it seems like a fun time was had by all. Including this boy.