I woke my granson up to get him ready for school today by wishing him a happy birthday.
He turned 4.
The fist words out of his mouth were “Where’s my cake?”
my answer was “it’s not made yet”
His next sentence was “Where is K (his cousin)”
To which I reply “She is at school”
He then says “she can have some of my cake with me”
I then turned the conversation to how old he was.
His final answer on the matter was “I’m not 4 till I have my cake”
So now I know the secret to keeping my youth… never eat birthday cake again!