I’m one! I’ve got this pressie, it’s a train, but my big sister wants to help me open it. I can do it, of course, but I humour her.
And then there are these… What the hell are these??
OK, got it, but I won’t be needing those for a while. Here’s my birthday brekkie of… toast! My favourite!
Later Lyla and Tenzin played rocket-to-the-moon in our room.
And I hoped that maybe tomorrow someone would throw me a bloody party.