Fletcher wanted a Star Wars birthday. He talked about it for weeks. We didn't have a party - just the family, but we got a fancy cake and hung a banner. Wednesday morning (the day after), Fletcher came stumbling into our room at 6:30 a.m. "Mommy!" He said through tears, "Connor says it's not my birthday any more!"

So it's been his birthday all week. I think it will probably be his birthday until we manage to finish the cake...