Dexter: Arch, Arch, it’s my birthday! I’m one today!
Archie: I know, Pipsqueak. Happy birthday.
Dexter: What did you get me? Huh? Huh?
Archie: It’s round and squeaks.
Dexter: A ball! Yay!
Archie: Mum’s going to make you a birthday cake. Except you got so excited that she has to mop the floor first.
Dexter: Mum, hurry up and make my cake. Pleeeeeeeeease.
A short while later…
Dexter: Is that my cake? Is it, is it?
(Much impatient waiting for it to be cooked and for the mashed potato ‘icing’ to be made.)
Meanwhile: birthday chews!
Dexter: Arch, you have to sing to me now.
Archie, sighing: Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Pipsqueak – now shut up and let’s have cake! Yummy!
(They did save enough for the neighbours’ dogs to have a slice. But it went very quickly…)
Dexter: Arch, I’ve had a lovely birthday. Now I need a nap. Be my pillow?