In Harrison's mind, birthdays mean one thing . . . CAKE. I'm not a cake eater, I would much rather have a pumpkin pie but he was very excited about my cake. He picked out a pink cake with pink frosting. He said it needed a flower and a good news bee on it. The night before he informed me, he was getting the piece of cake with the bee and flower on it. So after blowing out my candles, I cut the first piece out for H which was the center flower with the bee.