If I'd-a known you were coming, I'd-a baked you a cake.

My mom's birthday is on Saturday. For her birthday present, she wants to take Allyson apple-picking. So I decided to explain this today:

Me: Allyson! Did you know that Saturday is Grandma Sue's birthday?

Allyson: Oh! Can I help?

Me: Help with what?

Allyson: The cake!

Me: Uh... how do I say this... well, Ally, I wasn't planning on making a cake.

Allyson: (*big sigh*) MOMMY. Everybody gets a chocolate cake on their birthday.

So, looks like I'm baking a cake now.

Anyway:

Me: And for her birthday, she wants to take you apple-picking.

Allyson: YAY! I don't know what that is.

Me: It's where you go and pick apples off the trees.

Allyson: To eat them?

Me: Sure.

Allyson: YAY! Can we put them in the cake?

Me: I certainly hope not.

Allyson: I will eat mine with peanut butter.

Great, now I want apples.