Chocolate Cake

It's like the calm before the storm. A clean child, before the chocolate. You know it is coming, but woe to the parent through whom it comes. Thank goodness, it came through my wife.

My son is so excited. It's like he knows chocolate is coming.

Ah, the presentation of the cake. I, the father, I simply just can't stand the idea of cake being slimmed all over a kid. Food, being slobbered all over a child... who came up with this tradition? The cavity fairy? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?

And so it begins (Isn't that phrase used all too often these days?). The boy touches the cake, the icing on the cake... preluding to the mess that is about to come.
And judging by his expression... he is not all that sure just what to make of it all... but that, too, will change in but a few short moments... short indeed.