Apparently, theatrically refusing all types of birthday cake has started a mini-uprising in my family. Nobody is satisfied with my decision to not have a cake - mostly because they are greedy, greedy little goblins who want a piece of the pie (I can't think of another description! Suck at the teat? Maybe) and I am terrified that there will be some sort of whipped-cream-frosted (I HATE WHIPPED CREAM FROSTING) or buttercream-frosted (EVEN GROSSER) monstrosity showing up when I least expect it.
Also, because I am SuperMomChampoftheWorld, I am happy to inform that Bink slept through the night last night. And probably also because she was really tired.