9 years, 11 months.
Last night, we took Papa out for his birthday at Tito’s Mexican restaurant; the place in town that is subtly known for throwing whipped cream in your face if they find out it’s your birthday.
Plus, the food is really great!
I secretly signed to our waiter that it was Papa’s birthday… then waited for everyone to be finished eating, so that the wait staff would deliver the complimentary birthday sopapillas; along with the infamous whipped cream.
Unbeknownst to me, you were given to the responsibility of throwing the cream in Papa’s face.
You aimed for his mouth, but directly got his eye instead!