Well, Ripken now understands the concept of a party. Yes, that’s right, party = cake. I told Rip yesterday that we were going to a birthday party in the afternoon and he mumbled a bunch of stuff but clearly stated: Party, cake? Ok! We attended a birthday party last weekend as well, and I think that’s what finalized the association of party and cake.

This afternoon we’re going to a neighborhood gathering and again, Rip said: Party, cake? Ok! So, I guess the lesson learned here is, if you are ever to have a party that Rip is invited to, you should probably make sure there is cake…or witness the wrath of Ripken 🙂