It would be safe to say that Spongebob is responsible for at least a quarter of my 5 year old son’s vocabulary.
In fact, a few of my favorite things that my son has ever said can be traced right back to good ol’ Mr. Squarepants:
“Well, I don’t need a license to drive a sandwich”.
“But I’ll get chased by an angry mob with pitchforks…”.
And of course…”SpongeBOOB….hahahahahahah”
I think that is his favorite.
And come to think of it….my son even kinda LOOKS like Spongebob.
Don’t you think?
So when I got an order for a Spongebob cake and cookies, I got really excited.
My son was pretty excited too…until he found out that not only were these cookies not for him, but I hadn’t made any extras either.
“Will you make these for MY birthday?”
“Because they take a lot of time and these people are paying me, unlike you.”
Okay, I didn’t really say that. I just thought it.
I was pretty proud of the pineapple house that I made (with a mini wonder mold pan and a 21 star tip)…..until I was informed that “The lower window and the higher window are on the wrong sides, mom. But that’s okay, whoever you are making this cake for probably isn’t a Spongebob expert like me.”
That was the part of the day where I asked my son didn’t he need to go call his dad at work and ask him a bunch of questions about stuff like kickball and video games and BMX racing.
That kept him out of my face for all of about 7 minutes.
“Uh, mom…why did you make yellow seashells? Because it’s totally fine, but I’m just saying that in Bikini Bottom, they don’t really have yellow seashells. But I’m sure this kid will like his cake anyways. I’m just saying…”
That was the part of the day where I reminded my son that Daddy had promised to play XBox with him for 30 minutes before bed last night and did he notice that Daddy forgot? And maybe he should call Daddy and ask him why he forgot and was he going to make it up to him when he got home?
Sorry husband, but it’s survival of the fittest around here.
Desperate times and all that.
And when I finally had the cake done, I called my dear child over to admire it with me. It was my little way of showing him that even in the face of adversity, I managed to triumph and produce a Spongetastic masterpiece.
“Uh mom…can you make me this same cake for my birthday, only bigger?”
That was the part of the day where I reminded my son that I made him a cake almost exactly like this for his birthday last year, and wouldn’t he maybe like to try something different this time?
“Well, since you don’t want to do it, I guess I’ll just call Cake Boss. And mom, I’m just worried because his cakes are really awesome…and, well…..you may get jealous when you see it….”
Dang it. I hate when he’s right.
Until we meet again…SPONGEBOOB!!! hahahahaha