And then because A. and M. are like that, there was a brief moment when A. wouldn't get close enough for M. to blow out the candles and M. started to chase her down.
P20 came to help celebrate.
It was cherry pie because that was the fruit which was on top when I went down to the freezer. (Interestingly, H. decided that she REALLY didn't like cherries. P. happily volunteered to eat hers for her.) See what the pies say? M. is 20.
And then there were presents.
I have to say, when your child lives in an apartment, it is much easier to buy gifts because there is always something they need. Like a little mini food processor. We all commented on its tiny-ness. Tiny and kitchen equipment don't often go hand in hand around here. (That's M.'s friend, J., in the background. I'll have to come up with some other way to name him because two 'J.'s' is too confusing.)
A design book and a Vietnamese cookbook were also wrapped up.