After her birthday party was cancelled last month, we dithered about whether or not to reschedule. In the end, we decided to just go up to my parents' house and eat cake. We invited everyone, but like last time, almost no one was able to make it. Baby Girl didn't care; there was cake to be eaten.
And then she got mad because the cake wasn't coming fast enough, maybe? We never did figure it out.
More cake made it better, though. Doesn't it always?