Cake is cruel

So I'm updating the blog, and in the process have found a pile of old entries I never published. Jackpot! I'm reading over them, and will be posting them from time to time. Some of them need permission from the victims participants before they're published because I am a responsible parent. They're a mix of health, parenting, silliness, and life, and we hope you enjoy reading them as much as we do.

This is one I wrote in 2014, during the summer break. 

My kids found a cake pop on top of the fridge today. Dr. D brought it home for me yesterday as a treat for surviving another day at home with the kids, and I forgot about it. And while yesterday may have been a cake pop day, today has been more of a multi-tier, butter cream cake with a four shot espresso chaser day.

Another shriek, this time followed by, "Oooo! A Caaaaaake Pooooooop!", followed by what sounds suspiciously like an elephant falling off the counter. They frequently go scavenging for hidden treasures when I'm out of the way, but haven't yet mastered the art of subtlety. This is handy in that it allows me to catch them quickly most of the time.

I made it back upstairs in time to see the three of them gathered in the kitchen.

"Ooo! My cake pop! Thanks. I'd forgotten about that."

And I ate it. I stood there in front of those gape-mouthed faces that look so much like mine, and I savored the crap outta that sugary sweet, pink and white bit 'o heaven.

I'm trying to teach you a lesson, my loves: Life is cruel.

I figure it's better for you to learn these things from me. That way, it won't be such a surprise when you leave the warm, nurturing confines of this cake pop-less nest I've built for you. Because someday, someone will show you that life is cruel, and they won't stick around after to teach you how to handle that.

Life is cruel, kids. But sometimes, if you're nice to people, they'll share their cake pop with you.

Remember that for next time.