We surprised him by showing up at the track with a cake. [We ate all the cupcakes and didn't cut into the cake.]
The running club seemed to enjoy this. Mark had not even one slice. Trying to maintain his new svelter figure.
We brought the leftovers home. Just in case. You never know. Maybe the birthday boy would have a change of heart. Or maybe someone might need cake for breakfast. These things do happen.
The cake was mostly ignored.
Until this afternoon.
I was upstairs folding some laundry when I heard Ellis yell that she needed a fork. Hmm.

She had managed to transfer the cake from the counter to the table. And wisely disrobed. Looked fairly innocent when I walked into the kitchen.
Whoa!
She was just keeping the party going!


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