It's my daughter's half-birthday today, and to celebrate the occasion, I made a cake. A half-frosted cake.
Yeah, I did. Because that cake came out of the pan all broken up, so I had to use most of the frosting as glue to hold the pieces together. When I was done, the top was frosted, and the middle was frosted, but the sides weren't.
"Tah-dah!" I showed my daughter her half-birthday cake.
She gave me a funny look. "Mom, what happened here?"
"It's a half-birthday cake. You only get a full frosting job when it's your full birthday."
"Oh," she said. Then as she casually walked away she added, "Don't forget, Granny's coming over later."
Oh shoot. Yeah. My mother-in-law. I would never hear the end of it if I served her granddaughter a half-frosted cake. I guess I better get to the store and buy another tub of frosting!