When you’re really craving something, it’s hard to think of much else. Tasty fried onion rings, pickles straight from the jar, or a late-night scoop of vanilla ice cream are my personal versions of kryptonite. But even with the strongest cravings at my back, pushing me towards the fridge at night, if my craving meant stealing the birthday gift of a little girl, I wouldn’t dare satisfy it. 

Contrarily, the pregnant woman in this next story felt completely entitled to whatever she wanted in the family fridge—even the birthday cupcake with sprinkles, a nice little note, and a bow on top. Hmm, it’s not your birthday, is it?