Here is what I know…
Teenage boys are loud. One teenage boy jumping up and down is the equivalent to a stampede of buffalo. Teenage boys know everything, so don’t bother to correct them. You are obviously wrong.
I also know that one teenage boy jumping up and down shouting, “Ha! I was right! I was right! You’ve been owned!” and trying to chest bump your face will break your cake.
Yes, the cake is broken.
It was going to be amazing!
My friend Janet was here, and she was all amazed because she had never made a cake from scratch.
I was all excited to show her how awesome a scratch bundt cake would turn out.
The stage was set. The cake was place in the oven, and 30 minutes later, it was done!
I took it out and set it on the stove top to cool. Being a carrot cake and all, it had a lot of wet ingredients. I wanted it to cool and set before I flipped it out of the pan.
And then it happened – the Noah Herd of suburban Minnesota stampeded through my kitchen and broke my cake.
Not one to let a good thing go, we began to pick at its remains…
Your take-away? Sequester your teenage son if you plan to make a delicious cake. You’ll thank me.
Originally published 5/28/13 at Only Parent Chronicles.