Monkey decided that the cake would be a suprise. On the way home from picking Mr. I up from the airport, Monkey announces to him that we made a cake and that it is chocolate. Then he realized that he just blew the secret. Poor kid was so devastated that he started to cry. I told him that if we stopped talking about it, Mr. I would likely forget all about it.
So in the middle of supper he turns to Mr. I and asks him if he forgot about the cake yet. I had to laugh. The cake is decorated with the right number of candles just waiting. Now that it is after 9 pm here, technically in Spain, it is already his birthday!! So Feliz CumpleaƱos Mr. I!!!
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