Prepoceros

Starbucks drive-thru, 9:00 Friday night. I pull up to the window with a distinctive red box in the front passenger seat.

Barista: Hey, a cookie cake! You’re gonna share that with me, right?
Natalie: Nope.
B: Ha, you were pretty quick on that one. Who’s it for?
N: My niece.
B: Is it her birthday today?
N: Yeah. I mean, it’s tomorrow.
B: How old is she?
N: She’ll be five.
B: Awwww, you’re such a sweet aunt! Hey, will you be my aunt and bring me cookie cakes? My birthday’s tomorrow, too, you know.
N: OK, but then you have to bring me one on my birthday.
B: When’s your birthday?
N: Next week.
B: Really?
N: No.

That picture on the cake is supposed to be a clown, if you can believe that. Little Ana bawled her eyes out when she saw how ugly her clown was and made me take the whole cake home with me. Sigh. It’s tough being a pretend aunt sometimes.

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