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Friday, November 19, 2004 Family

Today is Gil’s birthday. Before we even got out of bed this morning, the children and I were busily hammering out the most critical details: the cake and candles. The cake part was easy and didn’t require any input from the birthday boy. The masses want chocolate.

Logan: “How many candles are we gonna put on it?”
Me: “Well, your dad is forty-six.”
Logan: (blinking, jaw open) “That many?”
Me: “I don’t think so, because then I’d have to take a second job just to pay for them. No, I think we’ll do something else.”
Logan: “How many, then?”
Me: “How about four plus six?”
Logan: “That would be ten. So we’ll put ten candles on? I don’t know about that.”
Me: “Well, we could do 4.6 and round up to five.”
Logan: “What?”
Me: “Maybe not.”
Logan: “How about if we just use three?”
Me: “OK, sure. Why three?”
Logan: “Because that’s how most birthday cakes look.”

Having settled that question, I tried to marshall everyone into the kitchen.

Me: “Let’s go! Time for breakfast! Birthday breakfast with Daddy!”
Dylan: “Is it a cake breakfast?”
Me: “No, it’s a regular breakfast. On Daddy’s birthday.”
Dylan: “Are we gonna have cake?”
Me: “Not for breakfast, silly!”
Dylan: “What are we gonna have?”
Me: “What would you like?”
Dylan: “Cake.”
Me: “Fat chance, bucko. OK, everyone! To the kitchen!”