Chocolate cake!

Our granddaughter, Little A, is very fond of eating chocolate cake.
Mrs C made a large chocolate cake for her 2nd birthday last October,
which went down very well … very well with all of us really, and
then at the family wedding last weekend, there were lots more
chocolate cakes (muffin-sized, with icing on top, and carrot cakes
too).

Her dad saved one for her, for part of her breakfast the following
day, and on the way home in the car, Little A shouted out “Chocolate
cake!”, repeatedly. Her mum told her fairly assertively each time,
that there was no cake left.

“Chocolate cake!”
“Sorry, A, but there’s no chocolate cake left.”

After a few minutes’ silence, A. said in a quiet, plaintive voice:
“I love chocolate cake.”

Mrs C and I went round to babysit for the family yesterday.
Her mum, B., was going out that evening to a staff leaving do,
and her dad was due home from work later in the evening.
When we got to the house, we knocked on the front door fairly
quietly (in case A. or her baby brother were asleep). B. opened
the door and Little A greeted us, saying: “Chocolate cake, Gran’ma!”