Magnus looked at his daughter and smiled, "You can pronounce the name?"
"Hmm no!" Beatrice said as she gave up, giving the flower a rest on the cobblestone before she turned around to her father who was too tall for her eyes to completely see his figure, "Papa," she sang out. "Can I have a cake today? A big one!"
"Hmm no, you'll get cavity," Magnus brushed off, "And anyway you're going to get your own cake tomorrow."
"Oh right! It's my birthday, hehe, I forgot," Beatrice sang out happily with her hand clapped in front of her chest.
"Silly you, still young and already forgetting your own birthday," Magnus lifted her daughter who had grown heavier by the last three months, showing proof that she has grown up considerably. It touched his heart, after all, no father wouldn't want their daughter not grow up. He loved seeing the little difference his daughter's existence had created in his heart.
