I needed one of those.
With the three boys bouncing around like ping-pong balls, I opted for a hasty exit. I didn't really take a good look at my purchase until much later. That's when I noticed:
|IT WAS LOOKING AT ME.|
My chocolate cake had eyes. And a sad face. It was silently pleading with me not to kill him.
I couldn't bring myself to do the unthinkable. I offered to split the "treat" so my trio could each have some. Jack and Joey declined.
Danny, on the other hand, gobbled him up without second thought.
I guess I know who'll be pulling the plug on me in the nursing home, right?