"Happy day!"

The girl is two, people. And pleased about it. This year, she seemed to get that it was about her. She loved the happy birthday song and kept insisting we sing it to her ("Sing happy day!").

And if you believe the conjecture that you can foretell a child's eventual adult height by doubling her height at age two, we're going to have a six-footer on our hands. Bring on those college volleyball scholarships, baby.