The number of candles has several meanings. One of which refers to the time that C and S were talking about their ages. C asked Daddy how old he was.
Mr. French responded, "How old do you think I am?"
C thought for a moment and no doubt came up with an age that sounded pretty old to a 6 year old, "Hmm, eight?"
There was a disagreement on the way home from school about what kind of cake Daddy should have for his birthday. C thought he should have a "chess" cake. S responded that he'd already had a chess cake last year and he should have a "car" cake. The argument continued until Daddy suggested that he could have a chess cake with a car on it. Everyone thought that would be a good idea.
The good thing about being an adult is you can finally choose substance over appearance. Taste over looks.
Even if your taste is as uninspired as plain yellow cake with chocolate frosting.