My mom just had her sixty-fifth birthday, and to celebrate the occasion, my kids and I had a little party for her. It began with a trip to a restaurant, where, after the dinner, the entire crew of waiters came out with a hot fudge cake, belting out something that sounded like the Happy Birthday song.
Mom decided to take the cake back to the condo where we were staying, and share it with us. Little did she know, I had another cake there for her. I pulled out the German chocolate cake. "Surprise!"
She clapped her hands together in glee. "More cake!"
So, the lady divided the hot fudge cake, cut a piece of German chocolate cake, and topped it all off with ice cream.
I looked at her plate. And then I looked at her. "Mom, don't you think that's a little too much sugar?"
She shook her head. "Nah!"
Then my boy grabbed the sugar jar. He poured at least an eighth of a cup of sugar into his cup of peppermint tea.
I looked at my kid in disbelief.
My mom laughed. "Now that's a little too much sugar!"