Oh ho ho. We threw quite a surprise party for Loli-cake. She turned six months old and did not see it coming. We made a feast fit for a princess and celebrated six months of Loli, which is six months of: fluff, ruffles, bows, lace, toulle, smiles that start with a crinkle in the nose, belly laughs (always when Flaco dances and always for the song Despeinada), eyes that seem to get bluer and bluer, a raspy voice, and cheeks that are formidable. For the record, Loli-cake, I love you. I love you like mad.