I Fought the Law, and the Law Had Frosting

It’s so sad when you think you know a guy. You fall in love with him, you marry him, and then….he turns into a pastry Nazi.

>>at my friend’s one year old daughter’s birthday party Saturday afternoon<<

Husband: Are you letting Jak-El have cake? Because we might be getting a cake later for dessert at my parents’ house. He shouldn’t have too much cake, you know.

Lois: Don’t worry about it. He’s just eating the frosting. And he probably won’t even care if there’s more cake later. He’ll be caked out.

Husband: What’s that? Are you taking cake home for later?

Lois: Yes. I’m not having cake now, and XXX offered to give me a piece to take home, so I’m taking it. Do you have a problem with that?

Husband: I guess not. We just don’t need too much cake.

Lois: Who died and made you the cake police? And if you’re so worried about everyone eating too much cake, why are you finishing Jak-El’s cake?

Husband: Someone has to.