Last week-end, my Moms gave me a birthday party for my 7th year on earth. Can you believe it?! That I’ve made it this long without kicking the bucket? I mean all my visits to the ER and all… Look. Here I am surveying the house before my big celebration. My Moms did a great job setting a great table and making things nice for me.
Here’s my birthday cake, guys. Isn’t it great? Okay, my name is a little smushed. Not good.
And, here’s all my guests! Look at them, Guys. All of them came just for me. Me! ME! KING ALFRED. Okay, well, maybe they really came for my Moms and not for me.
So, you’re probably asking where I am. Why am I not there at my party enjoying it and all?
Well, guys, I don’t do crowds. I was upstairs waiting until all those people left. They were callin’ and callin’ and callin’ my name. “Hi, King Alfred! Happy Birthday! Come down and let us say Happy Birthday to you!”
There was no way I was goin’ down there. All those people…
I came down later after all the guests left. I was so happy to have my Moms all to myself. Moms tried to take a picture of me with my number 7 candle like she did with my number 6 candle last year.