This morning when I came downstairs there was a lovely chocolate cake on the table with 31 candles in it. When Dad came down stairs and we told him we were going to cut it into it as soon as Lincoln got back from Jamba Juice this conversation took place:
Dad: We're having cake for breakfast?
Mom: Sure. How is that different than having a chocolate donut?
7 months ago
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