...and after Amy.
Apparently, she thought it had too much icing in that one spot. So she fixed it. This is one piece of evidence that I am slowly but surely losing my mind this summer. For some reason, I thought I could keep the kids out of the cake until Phil got home from work if it was just sitting on the kitchen table. Clearly, I was wrong. And stupid. It still tasted good.
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