I'm climbing out of bed. I'm reaching for my big fluffy robe, wrapping it around me. My brain is still fuzzy.
'Mom, I did something that's going to make you upset, but I'm very sorry!'
Ah. Surprise surprise. 'What did you do?'
'I ate some of the second layer of cake you made for today.'
Fully awak, I run into the kitchen, where I have laid out two layers of cake in preparation for icing, as today is my younger son's birthday party.
I now have one and a half layers.
'Sorry mom, I was hungry and I just didn't think.'
Yup, that's it in a nutshell.
What the heck is a logical consequence for THAT?
And what the heck am I gonna do for a birthday cake?