At some point in my youth, my brother and I were left alone at the house for long periods of time. We would get bored quite often, because we lived in the country and there wasn’t much to do. We did our best to stay out of trouble, but that didn’t always happen.

One afternoon, John and I thought we’d make a cake. I’m pretty sure it was summer, because I don’t think we’d have had time to make a cake in the 45 mins between us getting home from school and dad getting home from work. So John and I mixed it all up and baked a cake.

While we were mixing, we discovered the food coloring. And we put food coloring into the mix. The yellow cake mix. We used all the colors, but by the time we put it into the oven, it was GREEN!

We got the cake out, let it cool, and then frosted it so that none of the green showed. When dad got in, he saw the cake and got excited. John and I were pretty excited too, but for a different reason.

We had dinner that night and afterwards, dad got a knife and sliced into the cake. When he pulled his slice out, it was green and he was disgusted. I don’t remember what he said, but he wasn’t happy. I know he said he wasn’t going to eat it. John and I laughed pretty hard, but we didn’t understand why he wasn’t going to eat it – it’s not like we did anything bad to it, it was just green. Anyway, we didn’t mind, because it was John and I who ended up eating all the cake.

It was good. Although it was a bit disturbing because we had green poop for about two weeks.

Fast forward to this past Saturday. John reminded me about the cake, so I decided to do the same thing. I was having people over and so I made the cake. Green. Christy frosted it and I decorated it. I was pretty stoked. So when it was time to cut the cake, I had a friend do it while we recorded it. I was hoping for some good responses, but there wasn’t anything really. Not much more than, “oh.” I was disappointed, because I wanted to get some serious “WhAT?” responses. Nope. Everyone just grabbed a piece and ate it. Sheesh, all that pranking and not even a “GROSS!!!”

But then again, I think my friends all know me and know that this is just typical. Sad, really when you think about it.

On Sunday, we headed up to my dad’s house. He and his girlfriend have their Thanksgiving the Sunday before, so that everyone can get out and enjoy a nice Sunday Thanksgiving dinner. I brought some of the cake with me to show my dad. Again, I was excited.

He didn’t remember it. All this work, and he didn’t remember John and my hard green cake work. I was disappointed.

But that’s okay. I have lots of green cake to eat over the next week or so. And lots of green poop ahead…