If you ever gain access to any of my family members, please don’t ask them to tell you story of me and my grandmother’s chocolate cake from which the icing ‘mysteriously’ disappeared. At seven, if I had realize what can be reveal in a mirror, I might have avoided two whuppins. Oh, and no matter hwo well you clean up the tools used to scrap icing from layers of a cake (and in between, too), if you don’t wash your face, you’re gonna get busted.
PICS!
WHERE ARE THE PICS!
I WANNA SEE PICTURES!
LOL.
I have a similar story from when I was younger. One morning, I woke up much earlier than both my mom and dad. Knowing there was a chocolate cake in the fridge, I helped myself to the frosting on it. Wanting my mom to know what a "good boy" I was, I went into their bedroom to wake them up. Story goes, I walked in, chocolate frosting smeared all over my face and said to my mom "I didn't eat any cake, Mommy. I didn't eat any cake..." True enough, I hadn't...but that frosting, that poor, poor frosting was outright destroyed. LOL.
Oh, and no matter hwo well you clean up the tools used to scrap icing from layers of a cake (and in between, too), if you don’t wash your face, you’re gonna get busted.
I am laughing so much. The evidence...kids are not so good and foreseeing the covering of evidence.
After the baby made the dog the central suspect of killing plumby, we examined the damage and found no dog spit or tooth markes... Plumby was totally dry and w/o any holes! LOL So who did it?