When I got home from work last Friday (3 days before my birthday), Lucy followed me into the bedroom because she had a secret to tell me. It went something like this:
“Mom, shhhh, I have a secret to tell you. You can’t tell Dad that I told you. For your birthday on Monday we are going to get you a cookie cake from Wal-Mart. You have to act surprised because it is a secret and you aren’t supposed to know. OK? Don’t tell Dad that I told you.”
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