Cali & Cake
Cali likes loves cake.
“Whose piece of cake is that? Is it Daddy’s?” she whispered in my ear.
Cali had just finished eating a bowl of spaghetti and a large piece of cake. But apparently it wasn’t enough for her four-year-old self.
“I don’t know. It’s not mine,” I responded.
Her eyes remained focused on the white cake with pink icing. I could see the wheels turning.
“It could be MINE,” she said.
I laughed until I cried.