Happy Birthday, Grandpa!
A few memories of past birthdays, okay, actually, just one.
He hated peas. He liked birthday cakes. Stacy hit upon the idea one year to make him a cake decorated with balloons--frosting covered peas. We sang. He blew out the candles. He cut the cake. Stacy (or someone) revealed the joke and we all laughed... except Grandpa. He not only wouldn't eat the cake (suspicious, perhaps that other peas were lurking inside?), but he wouldn't trust anything she cooked for almost a week!
He hated peas.