Biscuit decided to have a sleepover for his birthday this year. I told him he could invite as many as he wanted for a party, but for a sleepover, three kids was the limit. So tomorrow night, we'll have a handful of boys here. Cross your fingers for us!
Biscuit loves a Mexican restaurant near us, mainly for the food, but also because of what they do for birthdays. The servers all march from the kitchen banging trays and containers together, making all kinds of noise. Then they sing and give you a free sopapilla (fried tortilla with honey, chocolate drizzle, whipped cream and sprinkles).
So of course we had to go there tonight.
Anybody who knows Biscuit knows how he loves to talk to people. We're regulars at the restaurant, so he's made friends with the servers and the owner. So tonight after they cleared our dinner dishes, the banging started and the singing group marched to our table.
Biscuit has always hated loud noises, so he has his fingers stuck in his ears.
The guy who runs the place is the one who put the whipped cream on Biscuit's nose.
"You knew I couldn't just hand you a dessert without doing something, didn't you?" he said.
So Biscuit got his loud noises, his birthday song, TWO desserts and a T-shirt. That kid is a charmer!
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