Yesterday I made a cake for the funeral of a lady in our ward. I frosted it in the morning and left it sitting on the counter so I would be sure not to forget it when I headed out the door to work. After that the children were happily watching a cartoon so I headed off to take a shower. Shortly after I got out Cake came into the bathroom.
“Messy, Mommy!” she said holding up her hands.
She was covered in frosting.
It goes without saying, I had to re-frost the cake before I left.