Today was Mom's birthday.
Which means I was not the center of attention.
I went from one Box of Rebellion to the other.
Mom tried to entice me into joining her party.
I considered it.
Daddy left and came home with dinner.
It smelled good.
But I didn't really want any.
I just liked smelling it.
The truth is,
I just wanted to steal Mom's chair.
So I did,
every time she stood up.
But then she'd take it back
and I'd retreat to a nearby chair and wait.
I gave up for awhile
and made a good effort to look miserable.
Auntie was kind enough to come comfort me.
Eventually I left Mom standing while I enjoyed my victory.
Happy Birthday, Mom!