MiniMe and I went to our local grocery store to get a cake. We like their cakes, and we like the whipped topping they use. I hadn't planned on having anything written on it since we were hitting the store so late. But once we got to the bakery, we saw an employee still behind the counter. We picked out our cake then got the bakery employee's attention.
"Can you write something on this cake?" I asked.
"I can," the employee said, "but I'm not very good at it."
Of course, I figured his not good at it would be similar to my not good at it if I were to tell somebody I could do something: not perfection, but more than passable. "That's fine," I said. "It's just family, anyway."
I told him what I wanted written on the cake, we chose the frosting color, and he took the cake and went to work.
"I practice every day," he said as he piped the words on the the cake, " but I'm still not as good as the ladies who usually do this."
"I'm sure it'll be just fine," I told him.
When he was finished, he handed the cake to me across the counter. "I hope that's okay."
I could barely stifle my laughter. I looked at MiniMe and saw she was struggling, too. I assured him the cake was just fine, and MiniMe and I left the bakery and went up to the front of the store to pay for it. Once we were out of his earshot, we both burst out laughing.
"Most awesomest cake EVER!" MiniMe said, and we both giggled for the rest of the night.
Some people might have been upset with this. Not us. Out of all the birthday cakes we've had over the years, this one's our favorite.
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