"Then, we'll go and get cheesecake," Andy said yesterday while we were driving back from swim class and planning my birthday.
Silence in the backseat. A few seconds later.
"Dada, I don't want to have cheese on my cake. That be yucky," Ivan said.
In the morning, when we woke up, Andy told Ivan that it's my birthday.
"Happy birthday, mama," he said as he approached my bed.
"I don't want cheese on my cake. I like chocolate cake."
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