little andy buthday man.

Andy has been inviting friends to his buthday pawty for months. He'd brind me a piece of paper, a pencil, and he'd recite. "Thay thith (say this)...Yo invited to my buthday. On Theptembu 10. Thankyou." Then he'd put it in an envelope and mail it...to someone. To many people.

So I asked him what kind of cupcakes he wanted. He wanted a fighting cake. What? Yeah, a fighting cake. To go with his monster party. What? Uh-huh, a monster party.

I'm not a cake person.

So I said we're gonna have cupcakes. Oh no no no, Mo-om. They call it a buthday CAKE. Not a buthday CUP-cake. And he proceeds to explain the special day these humans celebrate, and why, and how I cannot deprive him of the traditions we on Earth have enjoyed, such as the buthday CAKE.

Ugh. So I made a cake. And cupcakes.

A mad monster cake. No fighting cakes. We're a peace-loving family.

Then, I had to make a monster. To go with the theme, because I had no other monster-ish preparations...prepared. I was actually going to make a monster for each little kid who came to share in some human buthday experiences with AndyMan, but I only got one done. So they got money in their cake, instead.

ANdy asked me to take off the heart, because Monthterth don't love. They gwowl.

Makes sense.

Conan took him to the fair last night. Because he's always dreamed of following in Ruby's footprints, and her little brother Max. He was terrified of the teacups, won a spotted dog popping two balloons, and told his dad "Dad, I jutht thaw two wieud humanth." Translation? He saw two wierd humans. LIke he's above us all.

So happy birthday LIttle Andy Man. You do look taller today.

And a little wiser, too.