Cake

The POWER of the blog:

Daddy complained that momma and I just got him belts for his birthday, and so momma felt so bad that she and I made him a cake on Thursday, the day after his birthday. Mom and I worked soooooo hard on it, it was so fun.

Do you understand how hard it is to look at a cake all day that you and momma have made. Daddy didn't even get home from work until 7 pm. I got to lick the spoon, but jeez.

Just a little touch..........p-----lllllll-------eeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeee??

Finally daddy gets home...why do you have to work anyway? I don't understand this work thing. Dad's young (relatively), he's got his health...what's he want with a job?