I Called Three Investigators to My Nephew’s Birthday Party

doesn’t deserve to lose his cake over adult stupidity. Blue frosting, vanilla layers, little fondant stars I had picked up at 7:10 that morning from Rosie’s Bakery on Maple because the first bakery misspelled his name.

Not one person had noticed that either.

Mom came over while I was scraping icing onto plates.

She didn’t start with an apology. Of course continue reading …