Tomorrow is a big day for a certain almost 5 year-old. Jack’s birthday party is set to kick off at 11 a.m. sharp – complete with a piñata (not my idea), a fun spongeball craft (my idea) and a big huge chocolate cake from Costco.
Jack and I were running around town today picking up last minute party supplies. Our last stop? Costco. Because though I mentioned that it might be easier for me to make his birthday cake, Jack told me “No, Mom. I think it would be easier for you to drive to Costco and buy my cake there. A chocolate one. With chocolate on the inside. And chocolate on the outside. Just like Michael had.”
How could I argue with that? If Michael had a fancy Costco cake for his birthday, who was I to deny Jack? And if we’re being honest here, a huge chocolaty Costco cake (and about 2 hours of my time and frustration getting those darn letters to look pretty) is completely worth $16.99.
So anyway, at 11:25 we were in the bakery department looking for Jack’s cake. It’s nowhere to be seen, even though I asked that it be ready at 11. Ok. No problem. I asked a nice lady behind the rack of 36-count rolls (WHO needs that many rolls if it’s not Thanksgiving?) where his cake might be. She takes my name, looks around, and tells me that it was just finished. She even holds it up for me to see.
Happy Birthday Jake!
Me: “Umm… that’s really nice, but his name is Jack. “
Bakery Lady: “Really?”
Me (you know, the lady that gave birth to and named Jack 5 years ago): “Yup.”
She did a great job of finding another chocolate cake with chocolate filling and chocolate frosting that said Happy Birthday. The only problem was that the icing that said “Jack” didn’t match the icing that said “Happy Birthday.” But you know what? I’m flexible. Really. Jack was happy with his chocolaty chocolate cake. I was happy that the bakery didn’t get away with renaming my son, and we were out of there.
Fast forward to dinner.
Pauline was eating with us. The big boys (Steve and Rick) were M.I.A. We won’t get into that now. Jack was telling Pauline the story about Jake’s birthday cake. Here’s the end of the story – because that’s ALL you need right now:
Pauline: “Did she fix the cake?”
Me: “No, she found us a new one.”
Jack: “But, Pauline, you could have fixed the cake if we brought it to your house. Because that’s what old people do. They fix stuff.”
Pauline (to me): “Did he just call me old?”
Me: “I believe he did.”
Oh yeah… this is Jack’s “cool” face. After this picture, we had a long talk about how many pictures I would be taking on his birthday and how the “cool” face wouldn’t fly…
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I was just about to email you to tell you that you had made a typo. :) Hope the party was awesome!
I hope Jake, er, Hack, er Jack has a very happy birthday on Wednesday!