As that 8 inch white-frosted cake was laid before him, what happened next was kinda like watching a movie in slow-mo. Arms extend outwards, he turned left to his mother and smiles as if to say "could this be real?!" He turned to his right, big open mouth smile to his dad. {zoom in on glistening drool} His eyes, moist from tears of delight, focused back on the cake. And with one swift solid motion his little hand broke into the sweet fluffy icing and brought as much into his mouth as he could.
It was a good cake.
