Shit

I ate two slices of cake tonight. My favorite cake, white with milk chocolate frosting made out of a box and a can. My son made it. He likes to bake and cook and is just beginning to dip his toe into the wonderful world of preparing food. I want to encourage him at the tender age of 14 while at the same time I berate myself for consuming, eagerly, what he has made. Tonight, I had to eat that cake - twice. It has been since last November that I have had cake. I sooooo enjoyed every bite of it, quickly eating the white part and savoring the frosting at the last. I am not too disappointed in my behavior. I enjoyed the cake and the trick will be to not eat the rest tomorrow while my sweet boy is in school.