I’ve been sitting on this post for over a year. If you are shy, don’t read this post. It’s not horrible, but you are forewarned. Including you, Mom.
Non-shy friends, feel free to comment. True slice of life.
Julianna (she’s about to turn eight) is thinking about her upcoming birthday…
J: Daddy, what was the cake that we had at the birthday party a couple of weeks ago? It was Dee-licious.
Me: I don’t remember. Which one?
J: The Red Vulva Cake.
Me: The Red what?
J: The red chocolate one. You know. That’s what I want. A Red Vulva Cake! I want a Red Vulva Cake!
Me: Oh,…. you mean red VELVET cake. That’s what you want. Different word. Because, the other one is a totally different type of cake.