The Worst Thing I Ever Did Revised. Now with pictures!
It is a story I have told often. When my beloved pseudo-nephew turned 11, his kind Aunt Cyn made him a cake. You know, the cake every 11 year old boy wants served in front of his friend. This Cake:
Here you go Cameron!
Is there a problem?
This wasn’t the cake you wanted?
I thought for sure you said “Barbie Cake.”
Oh, “Spidey Cake.” Don’t I feel foolish.
Hmmm, let me check the kitchen. What’s this? Is this better?
Yep, I think it is.
Seven years later, the kid still lets me make his birthday cakes! Trusting Soul.
