Let Her Eat Cake?

Since roughly the time I walked through the door tonight at five, Angie has been asking for cake. Birthday cake. We're not certain what put the idea in her head but she is adamant about wanting cake.

A few minutes ago I heard her Daddy ask, "What kind of cake? Pizza cake?"

"Of course!"

"Chicken cake?"

"Of course!"

"You don't know what you want do you?"

"Birthday cake. Pease."

We don't have any cake or cake-like substances in the house.

We could be in for a very long night.