the icing dialogues.

So the circus was a smashing success.
We managed to keep it a secret from Abraham until about an hour before showtime.
I think that was the longest I've ever kept a surprise quiet.
About 2 days before his birthday, he asked me if we were just going to celebrate at home, I said yes. He very sincerely replied "that's awesome."

poor baby.

He picked a "Jacksonville Jaguars" cake to take to school, that boy loves his homeland.
The jaguars are a NLF team- for those of you who hate football like I do, and therefore wouldn't know.

On his birthday, I had the weirdest feeling. I had actually done things in advance. No last minute scrambling. It was weird- and wonderful.

I went to pick up the cake which I had PRE-ordered (with the only kind of icing that the school would allow) but they got it wrong, and I was out of time.
They never really said it WASN'T whipcream...but we all knew.

So, I stood there, having an internal dialogue with myself about how whipcream and buttercream both have sugar listed as the first ingredient.
I know it has less lard, but they serve those kids country fried steak and gravy with tater-tots on the side.
double standards much?

I talked it over with Carlos. I talked it over with the bakery ladies- who didn't seem to have any customer service awards in their future.
Did I really want to pick a fight?
They had mullets.

But rules are rules, right?
And they're serious about those rules... on Matthew's birthday, Carlos had to scrape the icing off of 22 cupcakes- much to the horror of Mrs. Moon's 1st grade class.
But that was before I knew the public school's policy on icing.

This time, I had done everything right.
I ordered it 3 days ahead of time, I told them several times that it had to be whipcream.
I tried my best!

So in the end, I made them change the label. Does that make me a bad person?

Being unsure if I could pull it off, I wrote a note to the teacher about how I had "ordered" cake with whipcream icing, to bring to lunch for Abraham's birthday... and left the rest out.
Nobody asked me any questions at the school, so I never had to lie.

I swear, if whipcream had any less sugar, I never would have done it. never.

That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.