Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Red velvet cake: it does a body good

I had a special birthday present for Dad last night, and I'm not talking about the card that I colored for him. I came down with a virus last night, complete with 103-degree fever, and spent much of the evening acting lethargic, clingy and weepy. It made for a very morose birthday dinner, but then something magical happened: Mom brought out Dad's red velvet birthday cake. Suddenly I perked right up, wolfed down much of Mom's piece of cake, and within a few minutes I was running around and chattering as if nothing ever happened. Moral of the story: red velvet cake has healing powers!

(I'm not technically out of the woods—the doctor said I just have to let the virus run its course—but next time I get sick, Mom and Dad had better give me more red velvet cake!)