My Mom Found Me Eating Cake at Midnight
Mom walked into the kitchen at midnight.
“Why are you eating cake?”
I froze.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“So you came downstairs for cake?”
I nodded.
“Yes.”
She looked at the cake.
“Did the cake help?”
I took another bite.
“Not yet.”
Mom laughed.
“How much do you need?”
I looked at the cake.
“Probably the whole thing.”
She shook her head.
“Fine. But leave me a piece.”
I smiled.
“Now that’s good parenting.”
😂 Moral: Every midnight snack tastes better when Mom joins the operation. 🍰