a sick birthday boy does not equal a successful birthday party.
this was one of 2 gifts he agreed to open without screaming and shaking his head back and forth.
it was more crying and whining until we got to the cake:
dad is poison checker.
i'm generally not one for licensed character stuff.
actually, i avoid it like the plague.
especially clothing. HATE. IT.
but cash loves toy story. and all the other mini cakes at wal-mart were lame.
so i gave in.
woody cake for the win.
except...not really. because most of his birthday pictures looked like this:
maybe next year's birthday will involve less screaming.