“Make a wish now, sweetie!” cried Karen’s Grandma, to her further annoyance. Dillion wound up just sitting in confusion in his highchair, blinking at all the grown-ups. His one candle was burning quickly and starting to drip down onto the frosting.
Karen grew even more irked as her family members began to make blowing motions to Dillion, as if trying to instruct him to perform that on the candle. How much longer was this going to go on? Were they just going to keep doing it until the candles burned the house down or the baby spat on the cake? Karen wasn’t sure how much more of this she could be expected to put up with…
I wish they paid that much attention to me.