Aya is always entertaining us with the way she thinks. A couple of years ago when Aya was 4, on Errol’s birthday, our daughter Sam was planning to make him a birthday cake. Aya wanted to help. Sam told her that she was welcome to help, but that she had to keep it a secret from Papa, and Aya agreed.
The two of them set about mixing up a cake for Errol in the kitchen, while he and I sat in the living room watching TV. Emma, our 9 year old granddaughter (7 at the time) from our son Nick, had called to wish Papa a happy birthday, and was then talking to Aya on the phone. Having finished mixing up the cake, and waiting for it to bake in the oven, Aya had come into the living room and was sitting on Papa’s lap watching TV. She began to tell Emma that it was Papa’s birthday, and that she and her mother were making a cake for him. Hearing her say this while sitting on Papa’s lap, Sam yells from the kitchen, “Aya, I told you not to tell Papa”! Aya, quite indignantly yells back while still seated on his lap, “I’m telling Emma! I’m not telling Papa, geez!”