Cake

Cake

“This looks terrible!

“It isn’t my fault…” Jeff snapped.

“What do you mean? It’s certainly not MY fault!”

“Well, you’re the one who used the yellow frosting!”

“It isn’t frosting, it’s bananas. We didn’t have any frosting… besides you’re the one who put the oatmeal all over it.”

“I used oatmeal on so it would look like snow.”

“Yuk…!”

“Well, dirty snow, like in the piles the snow plow pushed over. You’re the one who spilled the sugar all over the floor!”

“Sorry… when I tried to sweep it up it just got all covered with Fluffy’s fur. We couldn’t really use it!”

“I know. It would have been nicer if we had made a real cake.”

“Well, we couldn’t. We’re not allowed to cook unless Mom is here, and then it wouldn’t be a surprise.

“Fine. We probably shouldn’t have used the last loaf of bread left…”

“Well, it was the only thing we could put frosting on! Mom won’t mind buying new bread, after the surprise.”

“I know. And, it does kinda look like a cake now. Maybe it’ll look more cakey when we put the candles on.”

“We don’t have candles!!! I forgot about the candles!!!…”

“Well, we need something… Legos! We have Lego’s! We could pretend they’re candles!”

“Great idea! Go get some!!” Off he went.

The “cake” was all done, as they heard the car pull into the garage. The kitchen, a little messy, especially with the sugar all over the floor, but the counters were pretty clean.

The boys stood in front of the table so their bodies blocked the cake when Mom and Dad walked in.

“Surprise!!!”

Unfortunately, it was the wrong month… However, that story got retold, joyously, at every birthday party, for the rest of all their lives. Kismet.