The great birthday cake disaster: candles get blown out before they reach the birthday boy

Yesterday was Jacob's birthday, but we did not celebrate as a family until tonight, after I drove into town to pick Margie up so I could bring her home. Then, as usual, we had a dinner and cake. Kalib was supposed to help his mom carry the lit cake in - as he did so well on her birthday, but he was in ornery mood and refused to come out of his bedroom.

Jobe volunteered to stand in for him. Everyone agreed, but we soon discovered that Jobe did not fully understand the concept of carrying a cake to Dad so he could join him there and help him blow the candles out.

As soon as Jobe got behind the cake, even as his dad was still about 15 feet in front of him, Jobe started blowing on the candles.

"No, Jobe!" the crowd hollered. "Not yet! Not yet! You've got to take the cake to Dad first!"

But Jobe blew and blew and blew.

The candles flames waved about; they flickered and they fluttered.

By the time Jobe got the cake to his dad, all but two of the candles had been blown out. Jobe was still busy blowing spit on them, so they didn't have much time left to burn at all.

My oldest son sure has grown up to be a dad. I still can't grasp how this could be, but look here - see for yourself.

Comments

[twain12]

Happy Birthday :)

[ruth deming]

bill, you're right! it's impossible to grasp how they can grow up....become men....then fathers. life gets ever more mysterious!