Birthday Party

I am the unofficial birthday fairy in school. I have a stove in my room and a perfect heart shaped pan that takes two boxes of mix. The lovely smell of cake baking wafts through the corridor of our wing and everybody knows it must be somebody's birthday. Some kids inform me ahead of time that their birthday is coming and please don't forget my cake. It's a pain in the neck for the teachers who are trying to get a lesson done, but they indulge me. The kids love it. I bring in a gallon of milk to wash it down and everybody eats cake. Leftover cake is put out for the faithful custodian, Sean, who keeps our wing so sparkling clean for us.