A few days ago I baked two cakes for Betty's birthday with help from my kids. Then I wrote a blog about it to show how wonderful a husband I am.
Mom: Oh Richard, come check out this cake Bobby baked Betty for her birthday! Wasn't that so sweet?
Dad: Humph! How hard is it to bake a cake? He just poured the batter into a pan and put it in the oven! Anyone could do it!
Editor's note: I'm sure my dad said this sarcastically, not realizing what would come next.
Mom: Oh yeah, Mr. Hot Shot? Then why don't you bake me a cake?
Dad: I will! Baby, I'll make you the biggest, chocolate-ist cake you've ever seen! And I'll make it have three layers since Bobby's cakes only had one!
I'll let my parents weigh in on whether or not I got that right. But I can definitely picture my parents having this conversation... right after they both agree that I am their favorite child and that they love me more than both my brother and sister combined. (Just kidding... they love us each equally. Except for my brother, I'm sure he's third on the list.)
Speaking of my brother, he's now the only Tanory male to not bake a cake for his wife. You're on notice now, Bro!
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