Mom asked me to bring the cake out and everyone applauded my accomplishment. I couldn't say anything, it was too late. I had to roll the dice. Everybody was then asked to say something nice about the birthday boy. There were about twenty kids.
Kids talk slowly when they're nervous.
Then somebody mentioned something about the cake not having any candles. Mom immediately went inside and got some. Like a carpenter trying to find a stud, Mom inserted the candles but had trouble hitting anything solid in the center portion of the cake. When the kid blew out the candles, Mom went to remove them and apparently removed one of my divots in the process, leaving a huge pock mark. Oh, that's. . . .