One of us had a birthday, so I baked a cake. Since it was a birthday, it looked like this:
Our poor little grandson went to his first external birthday party, saw their cake, and asked, "Where are the birds?"
Social trauma: it comes from unexpected sources, eh?
This cake, by the way, was chocolate. If you know me, you knew that already. When Daughter #4 was a teen and had a big crowd of friends over, one came in and asked what was in the oven. I said, "Cake." He said, "Chocolate?" I said, "I said it was cake, didn't I?" He nodded in approval. Like, yo.
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Marian Allen, Author Lady
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