*stares at the ever growing pile of presents, and the huge cake heaped on the table*
Wow...I...
There is iceing on the floor! Ooh! Sprinkles! Ahh! The candels are making black marks on the ceiling, hey, I am NOT that old! Oh, wait *counts candels* Yes I am..
Thank you, Angie. Viq! Get off the cake!
Father: Why am I getting so stressed on my birthday?
Moppet: It's what old men do.
Father: I...*shuts mouth*