Happy Birthday Daddy!

Keith picked the kids up at his parent's house Tuesday morning, then in the afternoon we went to the "Tiny Zoo" at Swanson's and went out for burgers.

 

 

Parker is of the opinion that it's not a birthday until there's cake, so, when I came home from MOPS Tuesday afternoon, the house was filled with the smell of baking brownies.  Poor Keith had to make his own birthday cake (at Parker's insistence).

 

We couldn't find 38 candles, so we did three and 8.

 

The "cake" was a hit.