You know those families that have dinner every night at 6? That has never been us. My husband walks in the door at 7:30pm on most nights – if we’re lucky. When the kids were younger we lived even further from his job. He’d leave at 6am and walk in the door at 9pm. If someone had a birthday during the week – cake for breakfast was the only way to celebrate. Since then we’ve done it whether we needed to or not.
I guess the other option would have been to not have cake at all – but that’s just crazy. What are we, savages?
ps – that shirt fit him the night before this picture was taken. Also – she requested the store bought cake – I swear.