The French Confection

(Because my birthday is 11 days before Christmas, we save the family birthday party for when I come home for Christmas. We have just finished dinner and my dad asks my mom where the birthday cake is. Thinking he’s being subtle, he asks the question in French.)

Dad: “Où est le gâteau ?”

(Mom doesn’t understand.)

Dad: “Où est le gâteau ?”

(Mom still doesn’t understand.)

Me: *piping up* “He’s asking where my birthday cake is!”

Dad: “Shush! You’re not supposed to know that!”