And yet, sometime between now and adulthood, they, too, will stop being delighted by cake and learn to fear it. Rather than taking a big piece and loving it, they'll ask for a tiny slice and beat themselves up about eating it.
"Amazing genes!" many would say when learning the ages of my 99-year-old grandfather and 94-year-old grandmother. "You'll live to be 100."
"101," I would reply, as if entitled to some borrowed fortitude.
My friend's birthday last week was his first after his mom's death. Cherry chip had been his favorite childhood cake, but it went out of fashion long ago. Fangroups online showed his sister how to resurrect it.