Let's eat cake

Megan got it into her head that we should bake a cake. And far be it from me to deny my little girl anything. So we went to the store to get what we needed... eggs, butter, cake mix, icing, and - oh yeah - a cake pan. As we were putting it onto the conveyor belt I was speculating on how cashiers get little glimpses into the lives of their customers. Just as I was thinking this, Megan asked me "Do you think she knows what we're going to do?" Could my little girl be psychically connected to me? So I told her "Well, I'd bet she could guess." Megan let a few seconds pass, then asked "Why isn't she guessing?" So I smiled at the cashier and asked "Can you guess what we're going to do?" At first she just looked at me evenly and said "Bake a cake" but when Megan's face lit up and she giggled, the cashier started to snicker as well.

The cake was a success, though Megan didn't even eat half of her piece. David, on the other hand... well, let's just say that cake never got to learn the meaning of the word "tomorrow".