Merry Unbirthday, Luke

The thing about owning a toystore and having a birthday in December is that there's never any time to celebrate.  It's kind of like being Santa Claus. So we don't often get to fete Luke until much later, like, say, today.  We trotted off to the Palate for a delicious unbirthday lunch.

The unbirthday boy blows out the candle on his unbirthday dollop of whipped cream.  Although he kind of looks as if he is cooing soothingly at it.  Or possibly doing his dead-on Jonathan Goldstein impersonation...

This is Denis. Isn't he adorable?  About 30 seconds later he informs me that he doesn't read my blog.  Boo. ("I read the headlines!!")