I tried to spark her enthusiasm by telling her of the lovely presents she will be receiving, and the party food and balloons, and the trip to Pizza Express, but she just told me that I could have her birthday instead.
Despite her nonchalance, she did specify that she would like a Peppa Pig cake and that it had to be made by me. I am not sure whether this request was to stress me out and make me work, or whether she genuinely did care about what sort of cake she had.
After my one-armed, one-day, effort with Betty's cake last November, I felt I could take on anything. Betty and I had a few arguments during construction, mainly because she kept accidentally spilling food colouring everywhere, and nicking bits of icing snout and ears, and turning them into other 'beautiful things'. But we got there in the end.
With the cake made yesterday, Birthday Girl announced this morning that in fact she wanted to have a fairy princess cake instead. I pretended not to hear.
Happy Birthday my darling girl - you are funny, and gorgeous, and sweet, and kind, and we all completely and utterly adore you. XXXX