It's that time again. Time for King Cake! I look so forward to this time of year. Being up here in the middle of the country, they really don't celebrate Mardi Gras.
I saw my first King Cake of the year at the grocery store last night. I squeeled with delight, embaressing my daughter.
I was setting it on the counter when something caught my eye. A warning.
Here is what I want to know. Who ate the baby? The plastic baby or the beads? Cuz you know someone had to have done it in order for their to be a warning.
So go out and buy yourself a King Cake. Just be sure to not eat the baby and the beads.