The courier handed me a parcel, so TK figured, that since I was getting parcels, it must be my birthday and started singing Happy Birthday at the top of his lungs (I could hear the courier driver laughing as he ran back to his van).
When TK asked where my cake was, I tried to explain that it isn’t my birthday so there wasn’t a cake, that my birthday is in 11 more sleeps. He told off for being greedy and for wanting two birthdays.
You can’t have two birthdays, I only get one, it isn’t very fair if you get more than everyone else. Stop being so greedy!”