A friend and her kids popped over to visit my injured friend.
The kid population of the house exploded and they were cast outside to play.
Which they did, happily.
Then walked through the house to put their bathers on.
In the meantime, I felt like cake so I expressed this desire out loud, to my two good friends.
“Don’t make cake,” said my injured friend, although she did agree that she, too, would have liked cake.
“Oh, I won’t do a cake,” I assured her. “But I can do some cake pop things.”
She gave me a look that said