Last year Knox spent his birthday driving to Ohio for a cousin’s wedding. This year he spent it flying from Chicago to Cebu. Adding insult to injury, we were somewhere over Russia when his birthday started, spent a couple hours in Incheon Airport (Korea), and then we were on our flight to Cebu when it ended, shortening his birth date to under 10 hours. Ah well. He didn’t seem to mind.
Early in the afternoon I had gone to the grocery store to restock the kitchen and to buy a cake mix for Knox. But I couldn’t find icing and I couldn’t remember ever having seen powdered sugar anywhere in Cebu. And I refuse to make birthday cake without icing. Especially for a 2-year-old.
As we were getting ready to leave Giuseppe’s, I wondered when we would sing him “Happy Birthday” if I had no cake. Then a waitress told us they had something special coming to him from the kitchen. Out came the staff with a cake, ice cream and candle, and we all sang “Happy Birthday.”