Mama Mary’s birthday was rainy cold day but thankfully, it didn’t stop us from hearing mass and attending a program for her.

And if you remember Martha’s cake eating post a year ago (Gosh! How time flies!), you wouldn’t be surprised if I told you she insisted that it was HER birthday and that she needs  BIRTHDAY CAKE.

She didnt want to believe it’s not her birthday and told me over and over again – it’s my birthday mom! mine!

So when I told her it’s Mama Mary’s birthday, she said, “Happy Birthday Ma Mary!”

What’s your present Marts to Ma Mary?
My birthday mom.
My birthday cake.

You can obviously see how very satisfied and happy she was that everyone finally agreed it was her birthday cake – you see, all she wanted was to blow a candle. and of course, devour a birthday cake. (The birthday cakes were not sliced until later so we had to settle for these cupcakes instead).

And proof that my daughter is like me:

 

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