Addendum.

The kids of my one (half Sudanese) (half British) friend (the sister of the brother-sister pair) really liked this one lemon poppy seed bread that I brought them once, so I've made sure to try to bring it for them every visit, and they've even taken to calling it "[my first name] bread," though as my friend says, "I don't know why they call it bread, it's all sugar, they should really just call it 'cake.'"

Anyhow, when I arrived for my last visit, I had two small loaves of that for them, but the kids weren't home yet, and she didn't want them to see it and eat it and ruin their dinner, because she knew that they would want some right away, so she said that she was going to hide it and say that I forgot it but I'd drop it off early tomorrow morning for them (they like to have it at breakfast, I guess, and she was okay with that for them, then).

And, she did say that to them in front of me, and the kids totally bought it.

"Aren't parents creative?", my mother was like, when I told her that story over the phone, afterwards.