Henry: “Are you making a cake? You mean it’s my birthday?”
Me: “No, I’m making some drop biscuits for our dinner.”
Henry: “I thought you was making a cake for my birthday.”
Me: “Nope, I’m just making drop biscuits.”
Henry: “Oh. I thought it was my birthday.”
It’s going to be a long four months.
Henry on Hazel’s birthday (pouting because he didn’t want to be photographed)