On the birthday call last night, Robbie interrupted to share this brief, charming, and humorously typical story of our family…
“Kate, wait, before you go, can I just tell you a quick story…” And so it went. My mom had phoned my dad earlier in the day to ask him if he’d picked up the ice cream cake for Robbie’s birthday.
Dad - ”Yeah, I did yesterday.”
Mom: “Where is it?”
Dad: “It’s in the trunk.”
Mom: “….”
Mom: “It’s 40 degrees outside…”
Dad: “Hmm, let me check on that… [pause] Well, it’s still there, just a little more spread out than before…”
Well, that’s funny. But the funnier part was that they didn’t toss the melted cake. They didn’t go pick up another cake.
They stuck candles in it and acted like it never happened. Nothing says I love you like some melted Carvel. Sickos. (Still love you though!)
