My Daughter Cut Into Her Gender Reveal Cake and Burst Into Tears—Then the Baker Pulled Me Aside and Showed Me Why

“What is that?”

Spencer said nothing.

The remaining conversations around us died.

Hannah moved closer to Chloe.

My sister quietly guided the younger children toward the house.

Good.

Whatever was coming did not need an audience of eight-year-olds.

I looked at Chloe.