We wanted it to be very kid-like and birthday party-ish.

Abby touched her palm to my cheek. "You know what, Mr. Maddox?"
"What, baby?"
Her expression turned serious.
"In another life, I could love you."
I watched her for a moment, staring into her glassed over eyes. She was drunk, but just for a moment it didn't seem wrong to pretend that she meant it.
"I might love you in this one.

My son called his auntie yesterday and invited her to his birthday party. Now she can't come.

We got 10 dozen balloons that we are going to put on the top of the cake. I think it's going to be great - a lot of enthusiasm.

It has always been a standing joke in the family that I've never been invited to the queen's birthday party, what with us being born on the same day, never thinking it would actually come true.

It's a birthday party for John.