Someone around here is having a birthday.
It's not me and it's certainly not Sesame, so that leaves only this chunk of cuteness.
We're not allowed to make a fuss about it (no big cake! no need to buy candles! no balloons!) but he who shall not be named is going to have a party anyway. Obviously. You can't live with me and not at least have a birthday meal using the birthday plate.
Happy birthday, favorite husband. I hope Sesame has your little smirk. It's sure to get lots of girlfriends/boyfriend in the church nursery.