Revisiting December, Part Two

In December, on the 18th to be exact, we celebrated Jason's 29th birthday.  Yes, 29th.  Yes, he's a lot younger.  Like 4 years younger.  He was in 8th grade when I graduated.  He's the same age as my 'little' sister.  It always gets a laugh in my family.  Fun times. 

Anyways, so, in celebration of his birthday, we got some balloons and streamers and decorated the dining room.  Sophie and I made a cake, nothing fancy, just a box and a can of frosting, set on a pretty little cake stand I had recently purchased. 


Wanna fancy up a generic cake?  Stick it on a bright red scalloped cake platter, stick some tall, fancy, sparkler style candles on it and you're set. 

Wanna push a mom over the edge?  Set that same bright red scalloped cake platter on a low hutch and let loose the toddler in the house. 

We had sent Jason and Carson to the grocery store while we worked hard on decorating and dinner.  The table was set, the cake was in place, dinner was ready to be served.  Carson and Jason walk in, and with in seconds, I hear a thud, coming from the dining room.  Apparently, after staring at it all day, Carson had developed a super-spidey sense for the cake and knew within seconds of coming in the house, that the cake was finally within his reach.

Our pretty boxed cake, with it's tall, fancy candles, was smashed underneath the cake platter, Carson standing over it.  It was not a pretty moment.  After a mini-melt down, we scooped the cake up, did our best to fix the candles, and lit them.  My only regret was that I was too busy being upset to take more pictures of the chaos.