So here's my brother, Jimmy.
And here's the cake my mom made for his 4th birthday. (See where I get my cake decorating skills?)
And here's me and Jimmy on his birthday. I was clearly confused by the whole event. Or, I may have been confused about what was on my tray. [Seriously, what IS that?]
But he was my brother and I trusted him.
But I couldn't give him a smile.
So on his birthday this year, I made him cake in the form of pops.
And I sprinkled them with Jimmies.
And they made him smile.