Timeout...Again!

Mommy baked a cake. And it smelled really, really good. I could have sworn she said “I’m baking this for you.” She put it on top of the stove to cool off and then frost and decorate the next day. I’m not really a huge frosting lover (except for that buttercream frosting – now that’s a good lick) so I figured I’d save her the hassle. I somehow, we’re both still trying to figure out how, got it off the stove top and down to my level (all without breaking the glass pan, I might add – should have received props for that, but Noooo!) and ate it up.

It was delicious.

Well, mommy came home and she was not at all pleased to see that I had eaten her cake. In fact, she was pretty ticked. She put me in another timeout while she cleaned everything up. Have I mentioned how much I HATE getting a timeout!?

The whole time she was complaining about how I ate Drew’s birthday cake for the party, and now what was she going to do!? Oh yeah, come to think of it, she did say “I’m baking a birthday cake for Drew.” I guess it wasn’t I’m baking a cake for you. Opps. Well, cheers to you, Drew! Maybe I’ll get my ears cleaned in your honor!