Birthday Candles

My dad had a birthday this week, and Elle is crazy about birthdays—I think she just likes the cake. So, when my parents came down to see us this weekend, Elle and I made a chocolate cake. When we were finished frosting it, I assumed—never assume with Elle—that we would just cut the cake and enjoy it. But no; Elle insisted that we put candles on the cake. When I asked her how many we should put on, she said hundreds. Obviously, I did not have hundreds of candles, so she put in all I had. After satisfying her need for candles, we sang to my dad, and the two of them blew the candles out.