My dear neighbor D is pregnant and, much to my delight, wanted to find out the gender of her second child. She planned a "gender party" with a cake that had been dyed either pink or blue. The ultrasound technician wrote down the gender, sealed it in an envelope and then D took that to the bakery. With friends and family gathered around (even an overseas brother watching via Skype), D cut into the cake and it was...Since D hasn't sent out the big announcement, I don't feel right posting it here just yet. Come back tomorrow to see a slice of this cake.
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