A/N I own nothing .Although this chapter is based on something I did witness today see A/N at bottom. There's going to be a side plot to the story

"Happy birthday,dear Susan,Happy birthday to you ." everyone gathered around the table sang. it was Susan's first birthday and nearly the entire neighbourhood had been invited t help celabrate the little girl's very first birthday. Everyone oohed and aahed as Helen bought in the birthday cake,a homemade cake ,not the kind you get at the bakery, complete with frosting from real cream not out of the can like alot of the ladies on the street made their cakes.

Peter watched as Daddy lit a candle ,he wanted cake and he wanted cake now,standing on his chair,he leaned across the table and blew the candle out. Susan started crying,she didn't really understand about birthdays,but she knew Peter was not supposed to blow out her candle. Peter,on the other hand looked pleased as punch,that was until he saw Mummy's face,she did not look happy,neither did other guests just laughed and Daddy went to light the candle again,while Mummy took Peter to his room.

"Peter,why'd you blow out Susan's candle?" she asked "This is her first birthday ,that wasn't very nice of you."

Peter did not look like he was listening ,at three he did not have a long attention span. Helen sighed . "That wasn't a very nice thing to do,so I'm afraid there will be no cake for you." she said

"No! no! want cake! want cake!" Peter hurled himself off the bed and onto the floor,kicking and screaming. Helen didn't even bat an eye used to Peter's tantrums which he had at least three times a day . The good thing about the tantrums was that they did exhuast him so much that he usually fell asleep . Sure enough after ten minutes of "No fairs" and "I want cakes" Peter conked out on the floor.

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Peter couldn't find his bear and his blanket was in the wash. He wouldn't go to sleep without either his precious one eyed,one eared,one armed teddy bear that was worn and part of the stuffing coming out of it's missing arm or his blue baby blanket that he took with him everywhere .

"Why don't you sleep with Mr. Duckie" Mummy said handing him the yellow duck.

"No! I want my teddy!" Peter shouted throwing the duck across the room where it joined the other stuffed animals that he had thrown over there.

"I don't know where Teddy is." Helen said picking up the animals and placing them back in his toy cupboard.

George came into the room and shook his head," He didn't leave it in the garden,Helen,I've checked three times he could sleep with another cuddly toy tonight and tomorrow you can buy him a new teddy bear . That one was old anyway it should have been tossed in the rubbish bin."

Peter burst into tears,he didn't want to sleep with another cuddly toy and he didn't want a new bear,he wanted his old bear,he liked his old bear Nana had given it to him ,the day Susan was born .He wanted his blanket that he'd had since he was a tiny baby,Mummy had told him that.

"George." Helen admonished looking at her husband. "Daddy's only teasing," She said to Peter as she tucked him in and handed him a stuffed rabbit . "Tomorrow we'll search the garden again okay ,then we'll gp to the park maybe you left it there."

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The next as they were eating breakfast the doorbell rang,George went to answer it as Helen was busy wiping syrup off of Peter's hands and attempting to feed Susan at the same time. When he came back in, Margaret O Conner from next door and she was holding.

"Teddy!" Peter cried scrambling down from his chair and running over to their neighbour.

She handed the bear to him.

"Peter,what do you say." Mummy reminded him as he scrabbled back into his chair firmly clutching his bear

"Fank you." Peter said politely .

"You're welcome,now I really must be off,I'm baking bread today." Margaret said ,"Do come over later ,Helen for some tea and bring the children,Susan's gotten so big." she said tickling Susan under her chin . George walked to the door with her. Mummy turned back to Susan and didn't notice the dark scowl that passed Peter's face. A/N : Today at the school I volunteer at one of the pre-schoolders was having a birthday party . After singing happy birthday,the little boy is about to blow out his candles onyl to have them blown out by his three year old classmate. So Peter blowing out Susan's candles is based on that little experience .