We'd been telling Emperor he'd be getting nothing but used underwear for his birthday, just to be funny. Well, of course he wouldn't believe us. He saw the Pokemon tin Nana and Grandpa got him (thanks!) and knew what it was, even though it was wrapped up in brown paper. He left the room for a minute and D and I orchestrated this joke with a Pop-Tart box and a paper bag. It's a good thing he has a sense of humour. He was laughing about the "gift" just as we were. Happy #8, Emperor!