“Your birthday is in about a week, Angela,” Mom said. “What would you like?”
“ A pink cake,” said Angela.
“Ok…” said Mom, raising her eyebrows.
“And it should be round,” said Angela, making a circle in the air with her pointer.
“Not a square,” Angela said, shaking her little head full of tight black curls.
“Ok. How about a new dress?” asked Mom.
Angela stopped shaking her head and looked at Mom.
“Dress? I want a party dress. Red or pink party dress,” she said.
“Sure sweetie. We’ll go shopping tomorrow.”
Angela picked up her baby doll and rocked her gently to sleep. She then laid her down on the sofa. She stared at the doll.
“Mommy?” she said, turning towards the kitchen.
“Hmmm?” said Mom, through a mouthful of cereal.
“Can we get Dolly a new dress ? Please?”
“Can’t we just wash her dress so it’s nice and clean for your party?”
“No. I want a new party dress for Dolly,” said Angela, hanging on her mom’s knee.
“Well. I think I have a few ideas. Will show you something after I’m done with my breakfast.”
Angela tripped around impatiently while her mom ate Rice Krispies. She occasionally peeped into the bowl to see if Mom was done. When Mom finally got up, Angela rushed to pick up Dolly. Dolly had a pink onesie with little flowers on it. The dress was dirty with clumps of grey fuzz all over it.
Mom went to the cupboard and got a little pink dress and a silvery gray dress.
“Try these on Dolly,” she said.
Angela took the dresses and looked at them closely. “But this is the other doll’s dress,” she said.
“Just try them on Dolly,” Mom insisted.
“They don’t fit,” Angela whined, without trying the dresses on Dolly.
“Ok. All right. We’ll look for something tomorrow.”
Angela scooted away happily.
When Dad came home, Angela prattled away her shopping list to him. Dad pulled out some tiny candles from the pantry.
“Do you know what these are?” he asked Angela, as he lit three tiny candles.
“Candles,” said Angela. Dad let some wax drip onto a glass mug he had placed upside down on the dining table.
“Right,” said Dad. “Let’s pretend this mug is your cake”
Angela giggled and climbed onto a chair. Dad stuck three candles to the hot wax on the mug.
“Now it takes a bit of practice to blow them all out at once,” he said, leaning over Angela and placing his hands on her shoulders.
“Ok are you ready?”
“Hmmm,” Angela said. She could hardly sit still in the chair.
“One, two, three…blow!”
“Pfoo,” Angela blew feebly. The flames on the candles danced.
“Harder,” said Dad.
Angela puffed harder but she couldn’t blow out the candles.
“Let me show you,” said Dad. With a giant blow he snuffed out all the candles.
“Here, try again,” he said lighting all the candles.
Angela took a deep breath and blew with all her might. She blew out two candles. She blew again and the last one went out.
“You need to get all of them at once. And remember to make a wish.”
The party was just two days away. Angela got a lovely pink dress with a big purple flower on the belt. Daddy had ordered a pink round cake. Everything was perfect. Well almost. What about Dolly’s dress? Mommy couldn’t find one at any of the toy stores.
On her birthday, Angela woke up and looked for Dolly. She was hiding under the comforter. She looked pretty, despite the old dress. Angela picked her up and thumped downstairs. Mom and Dad were up and they rushed to pick up Angela.
“Happy Birthday Angela,” Mom said. She kissed Angela.
“Happy Birthday Angie,” Dad said, taking her from Mom. He threw her up in the air. She giggled and screamed as he caught her.
As Angela was getting dressed for the party, she got an idea.
“Mommy? Can you pull out my box from the attic?”
“Now?” said Mom surprised.
“Uh- huh,” said Angela, a smile playing on her lips.
Party time! Angela held Dolly close to her chest and beamed at everyone. Dolly was wearing a pretty pink frock with a small rose in front. It was what Angela wore when she was a teeny baby.
Angela climbed onto a chair and stared at the beautiful cake in front of her.
“One, two three…blow,” Dad said.
Angela blew as hard as she could and all three candles were out. Everybody clapped and sang happy birthday. When Mom was taking a picture, Angela held Dolly up. It was her favorite picture- Angela and Dolly both pretty in pink, eating a piece of round cake!