My MIL has a talent for ruining milestones — from showing up in white at my wedding to announcing our pregnancy on Facebook before we could. So when it came to our gender reveal, I was on edge.

Everything was perfect until she “accidentally” knocked over the cake, smirking as pink frosting splattered across the lawn. I felt crushed — until my SIL started laughing.

Turns out, she had overheard my MIL plotting and secretly ordered a second identical cake. The ruined one was just a decoy. When we finally cut into the real cake, bright blue layers revealed we were having a boy.

Patricia’s face went pale, and for once, she was the one left speechless.