Home Made

The wife, with the help of the boy because spoons don't lick themselves you know, made me a birthday cake.  They were obviously out of 2s in the candle shop and so she went with a 4.

After said cake was made he suggested we eat it for lunch.  About 3pm he said 'it's getting late, we should eat the cake".  After that he embarked on a program of subversion through subliminal messages by occasionally whispering "caaaaaake" and then continuing with what he was doing as if he hadn't said anything.