You know I'd love to go with option 4 but I'd get way too carried away and probably make people blush. I'd definitely make myself blush. Tempting butt... I decided to err on the side of caution. Wait, did I spell that incorrectly just now?
Anyway, I digress.
It was a pretty average day at home I would guess, except there were people moving around the house a lot. My parents had hired some contractors to do renovations on the house and today the electrical people would be there.
Probably wouldn't be a very exciting day for me. There would be a lot of adults talking about stuff I didn't really understand. There were different colour wires hanging out of the walls in places a little later on that day, wires that needed to be connected up. I remember hearing my parents talking about the fact that the house only came with two electrical points when they bought it, it was so old.
Run around run around, give mommy a leg hug....run around some more. What is a 4 year old to do?
Oh I recognize that guy...but where do I know him from? I saw him a few days ago, he was at that beautiful wedding we went to. That was a lot of fun. There was dancing and everyone was in the garden. It had been so nicely decorated. The tables looked so pretty and that big palm tree - all the birds flew into it to roost when the sun had gone down.
Yes, that's definitely where I know him from. I should go say hello.
I walked over to him smiling and loudly exclaimed "Hello. You're the man who's wedding cake my parents stole"
Apparently that wasn't the right thing to say and I got into big trouble after that. I was just being honest - probably my best quality at the time. You see my mom and dad had been enjoying themselves. I remember there being a lot of champagne being given out from trays and my parents had drank quite a few of them.
My mom used to have a black, square bottomed drawstring cloth hand bag. It was decorate with hand embroidered flowers and birds and it was even adorned with little circular mirrors. I loved that bag, she used to take it almost everywhere with her.
Apparently my father had noticed at the cake cutting ceremony that the second tier (there were only three) of the cake was exactly the same size as the bottom of my mothers hand bag.
I'm willing to bet that my mother did not support what happened next and unfortunately I bore witness to the whole thing - so much so that I could report on it a few days later...to the owner of said cake.
Looking back on it now, I am almost sure that my mother wanted to just crawl into a little hole and disappear out of embarresment. I don't think my father was as ashamed or apologetic though. It unfortunately spoiled the friendship and for over two decades, the wires hanging out of the walls in various places of the house were never connected to anything and the job was never completed.
It was my best performance at embarressing my parents, albeit unwittingly. I've never quite duplicated it. I think my mom probably didn't think it was my best effort though, she was not particularly impressed. I think she may have been more angry with my father though. Needless to say there was a lot of wedding cake that was eaten in silence over the next while. It was marzipan covered fruit cake - I didn't really like it. It tasted like guilt and dishonesty and I didn't see that electrician again.
This is not fiction.
And now that you have a daughter you can totally relate to how that honesty plays out! The innocence and purity of a child. Brilliant story. Although it is sad that the friendship was affected for so long.
Hi @buckaroobaby
Yes, absolutely. Now I have a little girl who steals Paw Patrol candy from petrol stations and then tells me to pepper spray the police if they try to arrest her...I think I may have been dished some of my own comeuppance here 🤣
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat??!!!! That is hilarious. Well it is if you aren't the cop. Now I don't feel so embarressed about my children publishing to the world that "Daddy is making a POO!!!" when I discreetly just explained to the neighbour that he's busy on a call.
Hahahha this made me roar with laughter. Kids are awesome, they are just so candid, I love it. Your hubby was probably rather embarressed at that lol.
Yes, I wrote a post about it a few days ago where Lory got up to a bit of mischief while we were roadtripping to Cape Town and back. Now she's upset with the fact that to earn her stolen Paw Patrol bubble gum, she has to do R40 worth of chores. If you want a laugh, you can read it here, just skip past the first story about popping off brain cells lol.
Ooooooh! Going to peek. I seem to miss all the best posts but my indoor/laptop time is really limited
Parent-shaming huh? Legit, they deserved it...Although, stealing that cake was genius, they never serve big enough slices at the wedding!
A nice post, butt option four might have also been just as good?
Well, you gotta think about my feelings too yo - I'm their offspring and that was not the best example for a 4 year old lol.
To be fair, the cake was the perfect size and shape for the bag, it obviously just seemed like they were made for each other according to my father's logic 🤣 It it fits...
I just realized that at least two of my
worstfunniest stories from my childhood involve cake. And yet, the love I have for cake has persevered and won out. Hmmm cake is great.Option 4? Hmmm maybe when the opportunity 'arises' again, butt we'll see 🦊
I went to a wedding in April last year and the couple had talked up how legit and massive the cake was going to be. I was pretty keyed up and keen for it.
Anyway, I endured the ceremony, pre-dinner drinks and canapes, the entree and main, all of which were spectacular and then...Dessert, which was the wedding cake itself. First was the cutting of the cake nutbaggery and then off it went out the back to get cut....my moment wasn't far away and, whilst there was no (visible) erection, I was rather excited, rest assured.
Anyway, out came the serving people with trays of what I'd been told was going to be a legit cake...and...my piece was so fucken small that I could barely see it. I ate it of course, and it was sensational! Butt, it was miniscule.
The night went downhill from there as I sank into despair and abject small-cake-induced misery.
A few weeks later I spoke to the newlyweds and was asked about the wedding, if I had a good time. I said I did however would have liked a bigger piece of cake. They told me all I had to do was ask.
The moral of the story is steal the fucken cake so you can feast upon it later!
I think your parents must have known this sage gem of wisdom.
Just so you know, this is a true story.
Oh my word - small cake induced misery ... so that's what it's called. No wonder so many people in the back of the wedding ceremony always look so heartbroken - I always assumed it was the ex lovers of the bride (or groom), but alas it was the lack of good cakering.
I suppose some people really do get to have their cake AND eat it...because they stole it 🤣
You know my motto - "life is short - eat all the cake". It's not good advice for a diabetic though so please don't listen to me. Although that would still be a better way to go than death by hungration or your squirrel suit failing you as you go cliff diving.
There was a study conducted by the Institute of Applied Wedding Cake Eating by the head professor, the largecakeologist, which investigated the affects of smallcakeeatation upon humans. After much research it was proven that small cake eating (smallcakerationing) had adverse and irreversible affects on human beings and should be avoided at all cost.
We can't deny the facts right?
I like your motto a lot. I have one too:
Even smooshed cake is worth eating.
What say you?
I concur wholeheartedly! Smooshed cake is possibly even better.
Nope, can't argue with "the science" 🤣
🎂
Science knows best, who are we to argue?
Hmmmmmmmm. One of my heroes didn't have wedding cake, they had pie. Lots and lots of wonderful pies. Take that cake eaters!
It seems to have worked out for them. Summer, the partial result of that pie frenzy is getting her PHD at Oxford as we speak. I remember when everybody called her shorty when she rode up behind her dad to long rider events.
Her Dad is a writer in New England, mostly tech stuff and business reports except for when he writes for Rider magazine. He got his degree at Oxford, (in freaking ENGLISH) which is how he came to marry an Irish national and eat pie.
The moral of the story is simple: Pie wins. And it's a lot easier to steal...
You know Tom I think you're onto something here. I'm now a bit torn.
Lol I had a chuckle at your description and my mind went to "pie orgy" ... gosh I think I've been hanging around these Weekend Engagement topics too much with boobs and foot fetishes and stuff.
This is such a rad story though, I want you to write a whole post on it :)
Cake is ok-when there is no pie. I've never ever ridden 500 miles to meet guys for cake. Ever.
My friend is such a complete motorcycle maniac that his dogs have all had motorcycle names. My favorite of those being Norton, a yellow lab.
You know I'd probably drive a fair distance for cake - if it was going to be eaten with someone special, then definitely.
That's actually super cool. I reckon they probably all turn out to be awesome personalities. Norton had some pretty sweet looking bikes.
Hehe, what a funny memory. Although I guess your parents didn't think it was so funny at the time, at least your dad, Jaja. That's the wonderful thing about children, how honest and sincere they are. Even if sometimes that gets us into a bit of trouble.
That's so true. I must say it is actually very refreshing how straight cut to the point they are.
Makes for funny memories, totally worth it.
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