Chocolate was never her choice of flavor. But her mother exceptionally liked it and because it was her birthday, she decided to bake a cake that was made from her mother’s preference.

“A cake!” Dylan, her cousin exclaimed as he came rushing into the kitchen.

“Yes it is.” Beezus replied, placing the baking pan with the cake inside on the table.

“But..Beezus,” Dylan said with a confused look. “It’s heart-shaped.” Then he looked at her. “Does that mean you’re a girl?”

Beatrice gave one surprised look which turned into a glare, picked up her wand and pointed it towards Dylan.