I wanted to get her a black cake, but Frank wouldn't allow it. So, of course it had to be a ladybug cupcake cake. It was really cool. They didn't have cupcake cakes when Ainsley was little. Whoever invented those is smart and, I hope, rich. Her cake was a little white dog that reminded me of our dog, Snoopy.
| Gene, Camille, Nate (front) Ainsley, Miranda (back) |
She was wide-eyed and ran around and played the whole time and, even though her cousins stayed for awhile after the party broke up, Camille passed out in her crib, as usual at about 7:30. What fun!

