The Girlie and I picked up The Wife from the Metro station this morning after her night shift. Once greetings were exchanged and everyone was seated and belted in the car, The Wife passed the newspaper into the backseat with the comment, “Look, Ella, we have a new President!”. With great excitement, Ella responded, “Thank you! …for my happy birthday? Yahhh!”
We quickly bridged the misunderstanding when we realized how similar ‘President’ and ‘present’ sound, but not before Ella doubled down, asking for cake and candles to celebrate the big day.