Let them eat cake
Marie Antoinette had nothing on my dad. Cake forms such a staple of his diet that I’ve told him he’s in hospital because he’s the first known case of cakophilia.
This evening’s primary concern surrounded his evening meal but was very specific. Not “When will my meal be here, do you think?” but “When will my cake be here, do you think?”
”Give me a natural pose, Dad”, I’d said
Once the distraction of the rest of the food had been disposed of (I’d told him he couldn’t have his cake unless he cleared his plate) it was time for battle to commence. In the red corner was a sealed slice of McVitie’s something or other. In the blue corner, dad.
The cake never stood a chance.
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Daisy says:
Added on May 14th, 2006 at 8:13 amHahaha, brilliant! Have you told him that people around the world will be cheering him on against the McVitie kid?
Em3: I don’t think he’s grasped the concept of the interwebnet, to tell the truth.
rosa says:
Added on May 14th, 2006 at 8:16 ammmm cake
Shelly says:
Added on May 14th, 2006 at 3:07 pmYou’re terrible, snapping pictures while your Dad struggled to open that wrapper. I hate it when my fingers won’t let me rip open something that I am anxious to get at.
Em3: Pah. He knew the camera was out and snapping. At least, I’m fairly sure he did.
Joan says:
Added on May 17th, 2006 at 11:14 pmI love that natural pose. He looks pretty cheerful