“Wait; let me finish.”
February 2, 2009

“Wait; let me finish.” He said, scraping the last of the sweet, chocolate frosting from the bowl and onto the cake. “But this is one of the best parts of cake making; second only to actually eating it, and just above licking the batter bowl.” I protested. “What makes you think I’m going to have extra?” he said, “I could use it all and make some decorations, like roses or something.” I lifted my eyebrow skeptically; “You’ve never done roses before; not even for your mother’s birthday cake. I don’t believe that you can make them.” His cheeks flushed bright red; “Maybe not.” “Yeah, definitely not. I thought so.” I replied, smirking. He stopped frosting and turned his torso away from me, taking the bowl with him. “You know, I just don’t have enough. Too bad” He whispered with a sigh. Grabbing him by the shoulder I spun him gently, snatching the bowl from his hands. “Liar,” I said, grinning, “You always make extra for this reason.” Feigning to be hurt, but not bothering to hide a smile, he nodded in agreement. Though there wasn’t much in the bowl, there was still enough to provide a tasty pre-cake treat. I finished the remaining frosting quickly while he spread colorful sprinkles over the cake. After he finished decorating, I stepped up behind him and peered over his shoulder, resting my chin there. “Looks good,” I remarked, “Can we eat it now?” He glared at me and shrugged me off his shoulder. “No.” he stated firmly. I gave him my best sad, puppy dogface, but he wasn’t budging. “Fine, but can I at least have some sprinkles?” I pleaded, reaching for the open container. “No.” He snapped, smacking my hand with a mixing spoon. I snatched my hand back, shaking out the pain. “You’re not nice.” I said. He only responded by smiling and moving onto chopping up chocolate to put on the cake sides. My eyes opened widely as he chopped the sweet brick into thin strips. Licking my lips I said “Surely you can spare some of those.” Shoving me wholly with his body, he forced me from the kitchen. “No. Wait. Let me finish.” He said sternly, narrowing his eyes. “Fine, I’ll just wait patiently for you to finish.” I sat down on a chair facing the kitchen to wait semi-patiently. I was tempted to ask if he was done yet, but the knife in hand made me think twice. I suppose I’ll just wait and let him finish.