Sneaky

Ricardo's birthday is in one week, and I made the mistake of telling Savannah about it a whole 10 days before. She asks me every single day about it - the card we're going to get him, the cake I'm going to make, and she is offering her own brand of peer pressure on what the decorations will be. Purple writing, for sure - that much has been decided by her.

Today, as we lounged around the living room, she started talking about the cake again.

"Daddy, do you want a Batman cake or...or...or...a Dora cake?"

He wisely chose Batman. She turned to me in a fit of excitment..."Did you hear that, Mama? He wants a Batman!"

I went to the kitchen a few minutes later and Savannah shadowed me. I pulled two cake mixes out of the pantry and told Savannah to take them to Daddy and ask which one he wanted.

She's always glad to be assigned any kind of cake-related mission, so she ran in there and asked. A few seconds later she came back and announced, "He said he wants BOF!"

"What!?" I hollered to the living room. "You're supposed to just pick one!"

"I DID!" he said. "I told her which one I wanted, and then she shoved the other one at me and said, "'You want this one too?' And then ran in there and told you...."

"He does," she chimed back in. "He likes bof."