Secrets

I know someone who is not very good at keeping secrets. Her name rhymes with Banana.

Yesterday was Scott's birthday, so Ana and I attempted to bake his most beloved childhood cake. He knew we were going to be making him something, so Sunday night he kept trying to get it out of Ana. Luckily she took to her training well and would reply with:

Uh, uh, uh, Boy! It's a secret! (picture a finger wag and hip jut to go with)

Sadly I did not coach her on keeping mum in general. Monday morning, in the bathroom with Daddy, she says:

Mommy, when are we going to make Daddy's cake? And when do we get to eat the cake that we make him?

She also didn't get the meaning behind my sushing. She took it as a cue to talk louder, that I must not have heard her:

The cake! Daddy's cake! When do we eat it?

Happy Birthday, Daddy!