At first glance, I looked to be getting some good Dad 'cred' on Millie's first birthday. Me and mostly Max discovered a brand-new japanese buffet in town. The food was good, atmosphere was great, but Max was with us.
"It's Millie's birthday today. She's one," he announced as we entered the glorious restaurant.
This led to all types of shenanigans.
After several trips to the buffet mostly by Ben, Crazy Japanese guy came out with a drum about three times the size of Millie. Still, she was simply in awe just staring at this guy. Then crazy dude kept on insisting it was her 21st birthday for some reason (Japanese humor?). The drum noises became faster, the singing louder and this guy actually got right in Millie's face.
Then as she turned to face the music, dude actually swiped her in the back of the head with a drumstick.
Suffice to say, there was indeed crying on her first birthday, a lot of crying.
After all, what is a first birthday without crying.
And what can a 1 year-old do when her Dad lets some strange guy bang a drum in her face.