Cake

I went to the beach on Monday with two friends, one of which has two daughters. While I was in the ocean with the younger girl, the older one ran up to shore to grab a piece of cake. I had been talking to another woman who was there with her daughter, who was about the age of the younger girl. When the older girl ran back into the water covered in chocolate she asked, “Did you have more cake?” “Yes!” said the girl. “I had ganja cake!”

The other mother was clearly confused as I sat back smiling and agreeing with her. “You had what?” she asked? “Ganja cake! I had ganja cake!” The woman was clearly having a hard time believing this and suddenly it hit me what she was trying to say. “Oh, no! Our friend’s name is Gonca. And she brought the cake. She’s saying she had some of Gonca’s cake.”

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