The children and I drove in the van. I kept my eyes on the road. The kids talked. I listened. The conversation ranged, as it often does, in random and swirling directions.
"I can't wait until my birthday party!" piped up our four-year-old. His birthday is roughly nine months away. Birthday parties are pretty well a daily topic of conversation for him.
"I want to have a rainbow cake!" he exclaimed.
"That's cool," I replied absentmindedly.
"Yeah, well I want to have a Jedi on my cake," interjected our six-year-old. (We celebrated his birthday a mere three weeks ago. Always good to plan ahead, I suppose.)
"Maybe I will have Nemo on my cake," pondered the four-year-old.
"Or Spiderman is really cool," suggested the six-year-old.
"I know what I want on my cake," I heard our two-year-old interject from the back of the van. She paused and stated her choice:
"I want Daddy on my cake."
"Daddy??? You can't have Daddy on your cake," argued her older brother.
"Yes I can," our daughter said firmly, "cause Daddy's really cool!"