I need to bake a birthday cake;
I need to bake it very soon.
And so, my dear, that’s why I’m hear;
Instead of in the baking room.
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I Didn't Want to Be a Mother 
I feel the same way about cooking dinner.
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That’s after the cake…
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You have my deepest sympathies.
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Is it because you don’t get to eat any. Those greedy boys.
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😀 I’ve been trying to diet. They can have it all.
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😂😂😂 I would just buy a cake!
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Never!
…we’ll see what morals I have left in a few years.
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Hope you find the time to bake it or buy it. Good luck
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Thanks! We got ‘er done.
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Nice poetry Chelsea. Two letters: D and Q. I value my childrens’ lives too much to expose them to dad’s baking acumen.
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😀 I need to learn about this D and Q.
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