You were jumping everywhere around the flat, getting more and more impatient. You were throwing a little silly party for your 3 years old.

Oscar is still putting the little triangular hat on all your plushies with the help of your aunt, Hattie. Pattie and Mae, Oscar’s other sisters were at the baker, recover the birthday cake.

« Sweetie, calm down. » Your dad told you as you run around in the living room.