Pete's birthday sneaked up on me. I said I'd take cake to preschool for snacktime at 9:45, and failed to do the math to figure out what time I'd need to start. I borrowed Alex's fan to cool the cakes, but the cord wouldn't reach the dining room table. That's why they're in the floor.
I set out butter last night so it would be soft for the cakes, but forgot about butter for the frosting. Ten minutes before snacktime I was microwaving frozen butter and then chilling the mixing bowl in a big bowl of ice water so the frosting wouldn't slide off the cake.
I think it turned out all right, though. And when I got there at 9:53, the kids were listening to a story, not lined up with their forks, waiting for me with accusatory looks on their little faces.
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