I usually have my school birthday party the week before my actual birthday. I like it that way because it makes my birthday a weeklong event. Uncle Max always calls that week Keatstock. He says that when he was about my age, there was a concert that lasted for three days. It was called Woodstock, and everybody listened to music, climbed scaffolds, and rolled in the mud. On my birthday last year Uncle Max and I rolled in the mud. This year my birthday is on the last day of school. Ms. Grant said that I could bring cupcakes or cookies to celebrate. Everybody brings cupcakes or cookies. I wanted to bring something original. Like wedding mints. Or mocha lattes. Or kebobs. I finally decided on Dutch babies, which are kind of like crepes but have more powdered sugar. We usually have Dutch babies for breakfast, but this year they would be the perfect birthday treat to set the standard for all of next year’s parties. The morning of the last day of school and, most important, of my party, the manny helped me mix flour, eggs, milk, and sugar into a bowl and then fry them in a pan like large pancakes.
