Here's Nate hitting his pinata. We still need to work on his swing.

His cake has quite the story. I called for a cake the prior Saturday and asked if they had train decorations. He said no, so I said I would bring in decorations for the gal to use in the decorating. I dropped them off on Friday. Jim picked up the cake and came home with the cake that said Happy Birthday Nate - no decorations. I was so upset because every other year she has incorporated the decorations and done a fantastic job. So I called the bakery to tell them Jim was on his way back to get our decorations. We were running out of time. As Jim gets back, Nate notices his cake sitting on the table in the kitchen. He runs over to it and says my cake. I tell him, do not touch your cake please. What does he do??? Slams his hand on the top of the cake box and this is the end result....I could have cried, but I laughed!!
Eating a lollypop. What a mess.


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