vraiblonde said:
And this:
reminded me of the time my son drug his grubby fingers through the frosting on a birthday cake, even though he had been told not to touch it because it was for a party later.
My parents and especially my little sister - like to repeat this little story about ME.
On our birthday - the cake is, essentially - YOURS. You get first crack at it, although you are expected to cut your own piece and serve yourself. If you cut half the cake for yourself - that's ok, it's your cake, just like your birthday steak is also yours.
At 14, I tried an altogether different tack. As my sister recounts, I said out loud..
"I want to bite it".
Leaning forward, I bit a big chunk out of the cake - no pieces, no nothing - just bit into it.
As everyone stood looking horrified, I cut the piece I intended for myself - AROUND the gaping bite, with enough room to account for any drool or spillage or contamination. No harm, no foul. In my mind, I got to do something massively uncouth and impolite but corrected it so no one should be bothered by it.
Um....NO. They STILL get on my case some thirty-some years later for something that couldn't have bothered them.
Oh well.