Today as I washed up at the sink Charlotte
Given that the last time I baked was a week ago and my small family polished off that cake in under 24 hours, I was pretty confident there was no cake available for him to have.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetie, there isn’t any cake,” I said absently.
“Then how come James is eating some?” she asked.
I finally turned to look and my small cake-addicted son was right behind me clutching a chunk of used coffee grounds he’d dug out of the bin and gagging while black saliva dripped from his mouth.
Today’s lesson: Not everything dark and crumbly is Mama’s delicious chocolate cake.
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