Cake, please?

Thank you for the birthday wishes for mom, friends. She got a carrot cake at work, for a little breakfast birthday celebration. Her co-workers didn't sing happy birthday because they didn't find any candles. And they are all men, the kind of men that jump straight to eat the cake before singing songs. Then, later at night, mom went to a restaurant with daddy and my sister. I didn't go because mom went straight from work. Daddy is the kind of men that don't think about the important details - like to bring the pug to a family dinner. Anyway, they had to eat as fast as possible because my sister was tired and making dinner unbearable for mom, dad, and all the other - unknown to them - restaurant guests. No chance to get a decent dessert to sing happy birthday with.

Today mom found what was left of the carrot cake in the refrigerator. We kids got all excited with the idea of finally singing happy birthday and eating cake (You guys now I love carrots - that's part of my daily diet).

Before mom got a chance to get her hands on the cake, daddy said:

"Let's throw that away. It is full of sugar and the kind of ingredients that make you fat".

Dad, are you kidding? That's why it IS a recipe for instant happiness, silly you!!! Bring the cake!