He’s the best dad because he always shares his snacks wiff us. We wroted you a poem….
A Birthday Poem for Dad — by Baxter, Barry, Reuben & Fish
Baxter:
Dad, today’s your special day,
So we put our crumbs and cheese away—
We cleaned (well… sorta), swept (one side),
And wrapped your gifts (okay, we tried).
Barry:
I ironed my whiskers, combed my tail,
And practiced singing without fail—
But Fish said, “No, no solos please!”
He bribed me quiet wiff extra cheese.
Reuben:
I baked a cake (a little lopsided),
But Baxter said, “It’s art—I’m delighted!”
We made you cards, each wiff a pun,
And counted candles—there’s… a ton.
Fish:
I made a map of birthday snacks,
From brie to cheddar, we got stacks!
So sit right down, no need to roam,
We’ve brought the party right to home.
All:
So here’s to you, our human dad,
Our chef, our chauffeur, our cheese godsend—
We love you more than crumbs and pie,
Happy Birffday, Dad! You’re the bestest guy!
The Pamcake War began in the kingdom, wiff two brothers and one golden-brown treasure. Baxter grabbed hold first. Fish, tiny and determined, stretched his paw to claim his share. Both wanted the same fing, and for a moment, it looked like neither would let go.
Two sides tugging at the same pamcake, both certain it belongs to them. There’s tension, scrambling paws, and voices raised—but underneaff it all, they’re still brothers. They still live in the same home, curled up in the same blankets at night.
The turning point in this little battle isn’t who wins, but when they remember something bigger than the pamcake itself: each other. Because a pamcake split between brothers is sweeter than a pamcake won in war.
If we can take a lesson from Baxter and Fish, it’s this: love and belonging don’t come from holding tighter, but from letting go enuff to share. Our dibide may feel sharp, but like a pamcake, it can be softened—wiff patience, kindness, lub and the reminder that we’re all at the same table.
Fish and his brothers spent ALL day in the workshop making fabulous new hats! Some are fancy, some are silly, and some are… let’s just say “unique.” And none ob them got their fingers stuck together wiff the hot glue gun, so it was a success!
