Standing in the bakery after selecting a white and chocolate mousse cake…
“Now Eva, remember, this is Daddy’s surprise birthday cake. That means it has to be a surprise.”
(Throwing her hands over her eyes) “OK! I won’t peek!”
“No, you can look at it. But Daddy can’t. Not until it’s time to blow out the candles. So that means, not a word when we get home. OK?”
“OK!”
“Let me see you zip it up. Ready? Zip!”
(She zips.)
Ten minutes later, bursting through the front door…
“Daddy! We got you a surprise birthday cake! But shhhh! No peeking! It’s a chocolate moose!”
Thirty-nine today…wishing Doug a very happy final year of youth!