Unequivocally, to me, the best thing about birthdays is birthday cake. It’s the thing that turns a regular party with regular party snacks into a birthday party with a centerpiece of deliciousness. It’s not truly my birthday until I’ve had cake. And I’m not picky. Sure, I love a fancy-schmancy bakery cake or a beautiful homemade carrot cake as much as the next guy, but nothing quite tops a grocery store birthday cake. The sweet, refrigerated icing, the soft yellow mounds of fluff, the little balloons made of frosting haloing your sweet message. The good people at Jewel, Kroger, and Sam’s Club understand the birthday dessert. They get me. 

So I understand being a little protective over your sweet treat. But definitely not to the point where I would charge anyone else to eat it, let alone my own family. But that’s not what happened in this recent story from Reddit, about a babysitting experience gone wrong. As Marie Antionette said, (but probably not) «Let them eat cake.»