Henry observes a frustrating birthday. His cake is vanilla, not the requested chocolate. The presents don't look promising; one kid even leaves his gift at home. Henry takes his disappointments with some grace, for as long as he can. Blowing out the candles he wishes "that this were someone else's birthday." But the day turns around. He loves his presents and the cake, he has to admit, is quite good. Later Mama comforts and assures him that he can spend a whole year thinking of a better wish.
