This morning I was awoken by fully dressed girls and a carrot cake ablaze with 41 candles. (luckily, the fire alarm is better in our new house). The girls have discovered the trick to a successful birthday surprise: hold it two days after the birthday.
I had no idea this was going to happen (the smell of baked cake that permeated the air last night and the pile of tin foil wrapped packages on the coffee table were no indication). No idea at all.