My sister and I (because we are jerks) enjoyed requesting wildly complicated birthday treats. There were definite highs (the year of the ice cream cone cupcakes) and lows (the popcorn ball incident of '99, from which I'm pretty sure we still have burns) but we were invariably sent to school each birthday with a box full of bitchin sweets that incited jealousy and hunger amongst our friends and enemies alike. jk lawlz we didn't have enemies, we brought POPCORN BALLS to CLASS. Big ups to my parents for making us cool and/or obesity enablers.
I may be turning twenty-three today, which is long past grade school, and I may be in another country, but I still totally brought birthday treats to class. The humans at the language academy were like, "Wait, it's YOUR birthday. Why are YOU feeding US?" And the answer is that sometimes if you want brownies on your birthday, you gotta take matters into your own hands.