Cake Icing

Growing up, we never had store bought cakes at our birthdays. They were always homemade and that was fine by us--we didn't know any different. Besides, store bought cakes are made from the same little just-add-water pouches as you get inside a box of Betty Crocker. Try telling me any different!

Anyway, my sister Sheila was living at home with her first born, Dylan. On Dylan's first birthday, she bought a store cake.

The next day, Dylan was, er, that is--his poo wasn't right. It was blue.

So my sister freaks out, naturally. It's what she does. It wasn't until later on that we all had similar experiences and put the pieces of the puzzle together like Matlock himself.

The cake icing was blue. We all had cake. We all had blue poo.

This happens every year there's a store bought cake for a birthday party. Every year. I'm not trying to be gross or anything here. I just thought they ought to put a warning on those cake boxes. Over the years we've eaten a variety of colors of icing and have seen those same colors, over and over within 2 days of eating the cake.

So just a warning to you all--don't freak out in the bathroom.