Let Them Eat Cake.

I don't like cake. Well, that is not entirely true. I mean it is cake so of course I prefer it to say, licking the floor but it's never my first choice for dessert. I guess it is a textural thing. Plus, I am not really a fan of frosting. In fact, I didn't even have a piece of my own wedding cake (Well, aside from the obligatory bite we fed to one another for the picture.) I also remember one year for my birthday asking not for a birthday cake, but for a birthday pie. It was a French Silk pie from Baker's Square and damn it was a good pie. Baker's Square: may you rest in peace. Or "piece" as the case may be. Aaaaannnd...rimshot! Grant thinks I am insane as do most people and I mean, it's cake so, I get their point.

Fast forward twenty some years and it is Charlie's first birthday party. Now, do you want to know who has the most fun at a one-year-old's birthday party? The guests. Do you want to know who has the least amount of fun? The birthday boy! He was overwhelmed, overstimulated and terribly napped deprived. Turns out, there was one thing that could fix that: cake.





"Well, hello there, you look interesting."



"Nom, nom, nom."



He gets his blond hair and blue eyes from his mama but this, he gets from his father.