“What kind of cake do you want for your actual birthday on Friday?” I asked my five year old.
“Is it my birthday party?” she asked.
“No, your birthday party with your friends is on a different day. But on your actual birthday we’ll go out to dinner, and then come home and have a small cake and open some presents. What kind of cake would you like?”
“Oh, okay.” she said. “I want chocolate cake, with chocolate frosting, and chocolate chips, and chocolate sprinkles.”
“Okay.” I replied with a grin. “I think we can do that.”
“Daddy,” she said, “can I also get chocolate candles?”
I laughed and said, “Sweetie, I don’t think they have candles actually made out of chocolate. But I think you’ve already got plenty of chocolate in that cake.”
So I bought a chocolate cake, with chocolate frosting, and chocolate chips, and chocolate sprinkles and My Five Year Old became My Six Year Old.