I grew up hearing the phrase:
“If I’d have known you were coming, I’d have baked you a cake!”
I guess it’s one more Southern phrase that sticks in my head… But it came to mind as I enjoyed my kids baking me one!
There were whispers, mutterings, and cabinet sounds. Followed by: “Mommy, you can’t come in the kitchen! OK?”
Daddy enters to pick up the questions…
The familiar sounds of measuring and mixing and the oven timer float to my hears. I “ignore” it all.
“You don’t know what we’re doing…do you?!” they question.
I state that it’s obviously covert operations and that it sure does smell good! 
As the night wore on, the cake was baked and iced before cooling in an attempt to eat it before bed.
We did.
It was fabulous!
Thanks guys. That was so nice!