That's the Birthday Man (a.k. The Bro) on his 21st a few days ago. The Madre did a great job of hitting the dollar store for lais, balloons and a very Rat-Pack era looking plastic hat. On which yours truly wrote a very difficult "Happy Birthday" and "21." Then we (Madre, Little Shoe Girl, and Ghetto Phone Boy and me) surprised him at work. They're nice enough to let us crash the party.