For my birthday this year, I dreamed of having dirt cake — crushed up Oreos, chocolate pudding, more crushed up Oreos with Cool Whip on top. Â I must have failed to share my dream because Andy and Asher came home from the store with a chocolate layer cake — not what I would have picked. Â I wasn’t crazy about it, but the boys seemed to like it, even the leftovers. Â Asher was helping himself to some leftovers one night and the cake toppled out of the box and landed face down on a carpet remnant on the laundry room floor. Â He put it back in the box and brought it upstairs and relayed his dramatic rescue story to us. Â It was so dramatic that I didn’t believe it. Â I asked Jude to search the laundry room floor for evidence that the cake really had hit the floor. Â The report came back that the evidence was clear. Â I verified it myself. Â In spite of that incident, we kept the cake. Â Then another night Levi decided to help himself to some cake. Â He brought the box with the cake inside it upstairs and set it on the ottoman in the family room while he was distracted with something else. Â I kept telling the boys to put the cake on the kitchen table, but they didn’t listen, of course. Â The boys hit the cake box, causing the cake to fly out of the box and land face down yet again. Â That didn’t stop Levi from eating it. Â So, in the end, I got my dirt cake, but it wasn’t the dirt cake I had dreamed of.