Yesterday evening, Owen yells across the living to me in the kitchen, "MOoooooooMMMMMM!!"
Me: Whatcha need Owen?
Owen: I need an octagon stripe cake.
Me: A WHAT?
Owen: An octagon STRIPE cake.
Me: Oh, right.
He meant one of these:
which are actually in the shape of a HEXAGON, but that's just semantics.
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That is great... smarty pants!
Haha. How cute. I actually LOVE Zebra cakes. When I was preggo I would put them in the freezer and eat them. So delish!
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