A few months ago, Aaron made a decision. It wasn’t anywhere near his birthday, but he’d been planning for it. So he told his mother, “I want a Power Ranger cake.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. Tell the man cake.”

Now, I think Lillian understood that he meant the baker. But Aaron went ahead and explained him to her, just to be sure.

“He’s like Santa.”

Maybe to a three-year-old, the baker is like Santa, providing special goodies at designated times of the year.

Or, maybe there really is a Man Cake, who flies around the world delivering custom ordered confections to all the good little boys and girls on their birthdays.