birthday pie

It was my Uncle J’s birthday. I was sitting with Baba, enjoying my blackberry pie with my yummy coconut milk ice cream, when all of the sudden Uncle J swooped in and tried to steal some from me! I screamed and shoved him…..then Baba got in my face too, and I was smooshed. I just wanted to eat!

Then I realized that if I kissed them, they would leave me alone. So I did.

And I finished my pie. It was good.

~Gabe