Go Big, Go Home
I was sitting on the porch at 10 am when I saw my neighbor’s teenager approaching.
“You’re home early,” I said.
“They sent me home.” He shrugged. “I brought a cake in for my birthday.”
“You got in trouble? For a cake?”
“It was a big cake. Seven feet tall. I wanted enough for everyone.”
“And?”
“And I used firecrackers for candles.”
“Oh.”
“I thought they were like sparklers! I didn’t know they’d explode.”
“Is everyone okay?”
“Yeah, but the principal got . . . messy. I just wanted it to be an unforgettable day.”
“Well, sir,” I said. “I think you succeeded.”
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
Hahaha! A day that will live in infamy!
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I so love how you quoted FDR, and how fitting it is. 🙂
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Right? It’s a great quote applicable to so many things that blow up in our faces.
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And it’s obvious you know your history. Sure wish it would catch on. David, by the way, is a great reader as well. 🙂
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The title is perfect. lol
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This is a riot. Love how innocent she sounds Love that the teacher got a little messy. A 7 foot cake exploding. I’ll bet. And Rochelle’s cake makes me want some for breakfast. Screw eggs. This was great David, as usual. 🙂
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Enjoyed the mess and the cake
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OMG. The teenager is a genius. Did you get a piece of this exploded out cake?
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You can have your cake and heat it too
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There’s unforgettable and then there’s “unforgettable. “
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