I've been going through some old pictures to put together a book for a father's day gift. I've come to the conclusion that I ate an inordinate amount of cake growing up. Granted, cameras were probably out more at parties, so maybe the conclusion is a bit skewed. All in all though, a cake filled life sounds pretty darn sweet.
Update: After lengthy investigation, the cake caper has been solved. I had to eat all that cake because my sister never (and still doesn't) like it, and we couldn't waste her share. I ought to thank her.
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