In the morning of Emeth’s third birthday, we made an egg casserole with bacon, potatoes and onions. We put three candles in it. He smiled. Blew them out. Opened his fire truck with joy.
In the evening he let his true feelings out on the matter, and looked forward to something better the next day when we celebrated with friends:
Can we not have onion cake tomorrow at M-‘s house? Shall we ha-ha-ha… hav… shall we have… lemon cake?!