And for the first time in his life, he had a definite mind of the type of cake he wanted. Usually his answer was "I don't care" or "I don't know" or "Okay, that's fine" when given suggestions.
This year he wanted a Dinosaur cake. So, being a dutiful mother, I went on-line and found some directions for making one.
Proudly, I set the cake on the table. The kids clapped and cheered. Then, we took our leave for a dinner celebration. (Jammin' chose the restaurant; a family tradition).
A few hours later, we returned with thoughts of opening presents and then cake and ice cream. It would be the end of a busy, but happy birthday.
But - alas! We returned home to the scene of a crime:
In the end, Zeus took the cake. Fortunately, I still had cupcakes left over from a batch made for Jammin's class party at school.