If the song is true, I'm definitely "
gettin'
nothin' for Christmas." Mom says I am possessed by the ghost of Christmas Naughty. This morning, mom made a coconut cake to give to the
Webers for Christmas. It was a triple-layer masterpiece. Just as she finished icing it and putting the coconut on, Hadley started complaining that it was time for her morning nap. Mom put the cake in the middle of the kitchen island out of my reach (or so she thought). Five minutes later, she came downstairs to this:
Can you see where I just dove in with both hands? Hands make great cake excavators. It's a wonder I'm still alive (but mom says there are no guarantees that I will be come Christmas morning).
PS - When she iced the second cake and had to leave the room, she put it on top of the china cabinet to be extra safe.
PPS - When I talked to Gran this afternoon, I told her, "Gran, come my house. Made you a cake. I ruined it."
Xandra and Lane BOTH said separately "why didn't she just cut it in half and salvage it?" Those two. You could have sliced it on a pretty plate. These are just nice after the fact ideas.
ReplyDeleteOh man oh man I would have DIED! I don't think my children would be happy after that as I would make their lives so sad! Well good for you for making another. Next time lock him in his room ;-) or better yet lock you in your room!! Merry Christmas!!
ReplyDeleteWhen your mom told me this story Thatcher reminds me more of someone I know. Dev still does things like that and he's 27!
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness! I can't believe he did that! Did you laugh or cry or both?? :) Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteLove,
K