Dirt Cake

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.  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.  I wasn’t crazy about it, but the boys seemed to like it, even the leftovers.  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.  He put it back in the box and brought it upstairs and relayed his dramatic rescue story to us.  It was so dramatic that I didn’t believe it.  I asked Jude to search the laundry room floor for evidence that the cake really had hit the floor.  The report came back that the evidence was clear.  I verified it myself.  In spite of that incident, we kept the cake.  Then another night Levi decided to help himself to some cake.  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.  I kept telling the boys to put the cake on the kitchen table, but they didn’t listen, of course.  The boys hit the cake box, causing the cake to fly out of the box and land face down yet again.  That didn’t stop Levi from eating it.  So, in the end, I got my dirt cake, but it wasn’t the dirt cake I had dreamed of.