Sam is seven. So definitely not a baby any more. He looks quite good, except he has another wonky took (because it’s getting ready to come out). We make a party. John cleans the house (I help). I make a cake, and another, because the first went wrong, and we decorate it. Sam didn’t bring all his replies back, and only two children come. Fortunately, our house is so small they still have an excellent party anyway. Perhaps we should have more parties, and deliberately make them small.