The Rest Of The Carrot Cake

ME

(On the phone.)

Send me the small blonde child.

FRIEND

For what?

ME

Dessert. -I have too much cake left over!

FRIEND

Great!

Moments later I hear a series of knocks emanating from about halfway up my door. I look through the peephole to see.... no one. I open the door to see... no one. I look to my left to see... -Small blonde child pressed up flat against the wall. Blue eyes, bright red cheeks, huge grin. I hand him the cake and tell him it's unfair how cute he is and that I predict he will only get cuter as he ages. He takes the two plastic containers and stomps up the stairs chanting "Food! Food! Food!" as he ascends.