My daughter asked me to pick up her wedding cake — the baker took one look at my name and said, “I was told not to give it to you.”
“Just give them your name. Everything’s paid for.”
At the bakery, I gave the woman behind the counter my name.
“Laura Mitchell.”
Her smile disappeared.
“I’m sorry. I can’t give you the cake.”
I laughed.
“I’m the bride’s mother.”…