Here in New Orleans, January 6th is King Cake Day. For those of you not familiar, think giant cinnamon roll with icing and sprinkles and a plastic baby doll hiding in the cake. Robin was lucky enough to get the baby at school. This means he is King for the day and has to bring the next King Cake to the next party. I am liking these Nola traditions.
No, I'm not 433 years old. We had no 7, so the boys had put the 3 and the 3+4 on the cake. 37? That doesn't sound right.
I swear this wasn't rigged. I got the baby on my birthday! Robin was beyond delighted. He looks out for his mom.
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