Happy birthday Pappa...

The brat has been counting the minutes down to his father's birthday. Until last evening he was looking around puzzled at the bare walls of the house. "Where d balloons? Where d cake? Where d party?"
Mamma explained patiently that the party would happen tomorrow as the birthday was tomorrow.
"Big peepul pud balloons on d walls?"
Mamma hastily divested him of such notions, dreading the sticking of said balloons on the walls after the harried blowing up and said balloons and the even more dreaded tying them up process. "No love, big people dont do balloons on the walls party, they just cut cake and eat dinner."
He looked puzzled but persisted.
"Big peepul get budday presents?"
"Yes," replied Mamma. "Anyone can get birthday presents."
The brat thought long and hard again.
And fell silent.
In the evening, he ran to open the door when his father arrived and led him straight to the wardrobe where he had seen Mamma hide Pappa's birthday present. Opened the door of said wardrobe and pulled out carefully wrapped parcel from hiding place sandwiched between pyjamas and nightgowns on Shelf B. And happily chuffed with self like a mini rooster, handed it over to Pappa.
"Happy Budday Pappa!!!!" he squeaked. "Thank you beta," replied a delighted Pappa and proceeded to demolish wrapping paper in the most un-recyclable fashion.
The brat stood by, hopping from foot to foot with excitement. "You laikt it Pappa?"
"Yes, beta, I like it a lot," replied the Pappa who likes anything that comes in a bottle and smells strongly. And needs to be sprayed. In case you're thinking other things.
"Now wherez my redurn geef?"