The Mouse and the Motorcycle was just getting good when Dean came over and kicked his foot. "Outside," Dean said, leading the way to the park. They went hand-over-hand on the monkeybars and when he finally dropped, Dean just said, "Time to go."
The minute he unlocked the door, Dean got him in a headlock and marched him to the bathroom. "Shower."
When he emerged, he saw it, huge and pink, on the kitchen table. A cake with a candle.
Two empty tubs of strawberry icing lay in the trash. Dean's allergic to strawberries. "Dad will call tonight," Dean promised.