Brittany emerged from the kitchen proudly carrying a plate with the most ordinary peanut butter and jelly sandwich ever. Except for one thing— the blazing birthday candle on top.
She was singing the peanut-butter-jelly song, much to the delight of their two-year-old. Santana raised a hand to her mouth.
The big girl now, too big to use the high chair any more, took in as big a breath as she could, and blew.
The candle remained lit.
Santana raised a knuckle to her eye. Brittany did a little magic, and once again presented the sandwich.
"Practice, practice, practice!" She said.