A few months ago, Aaron made a decision. It wasn’t anywhere near his birthday, but he’d been planning for it. So he told his mother, “I want a Power Ranger cake.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Tell the man cake.”
Now, I think Lillian understood that he meant the baker. But Aaron went ahead and explained him to her, just to be sure.
“He’s like Santa.”
Maybe to a three-year-old, the baker is like Santa, providing special goodies at designated times of the year.
Or, maybe there really is a Man Cake, who flies around the world delivering custom ordered confections to all the good little boys and girls on their birthdays.
Who We Were Then
- David
- Lillian
- Maddie (5 years old)
- Aaron (3 years old)
3 replies on “The Man Cake”
Found you through a google search (checking my own ranking, of course).
The term ‘man cake’ brings to mind modern day phrases like ‘Man Crush’ or ‘Man Purse.’
‘Beef cake’ is another word that comes to mind that has a different connotation altogether.
Cake. hehe.
This phrase brings to mind a visual of the 300 Spartans writhing together in a vat of icing.