1:00 pm: (party starts at 2:00 pm) MIKE! We don't have a cake!
1:45 pm: Mike walks in with the cake and says... "Here. Now we have a cake."
Me: "Umm... honey, it's a Car's cake... this is a Mickey party."
Mike: "Look. I did the best that I could. My selection was that or Princesses... which would you prefer?"
Me: "Okay... Cars will do."
Of course, it didn't make a difference either way. Logan is three and he had cake. What a simple life.

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