The boys were invited to a birthday party the other day. When they got home they were all jazzed and excited about how much fun they had. So I start asking them questions about the party.
Me: So did you have cake? (cause that's the most important part you know)
Me: What? You they didn't have cake? What kind of party doesn't have cake?
Rugs: Oh, they had cake! But it had dirt and bugs all over it! It was gross Mom! I wasn't eating that!
Me: Do you mean it was dirt cake?
Rugs: No, it had dirt on the cake.
Goob enters the scene
Goob: It was totally Oreos and gummy bugs, it wasn't real.
Rugby: How do you know? It looked real!
Goob: Why would they have real dirt and bugs?
Rugs: That's what I was thinking but you never know.
What kind of world do we live in where Goob is talking sense?
Its dirt cake for crying out loud! You're a boy, you eat dirt anyway, just eat it already!
My boy, he has principles.