Birthday Surprise
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“Hi Mrs. Jones.”
“Hi Gus, how are you this morning?”
“I’m great!”
“I bet you are. How old are you today?”
“I’m seven years old, and guess what.”
“What Gus””
“My Daddy and me made cupcakes for the class.”
“My Daddy and I, Gus.”
“Right. Anyway, he’s bringing them in soon.”
“That’s lovely.”
“And there’s more.”
“More, do tell.”
“He and Dad made cupcakes to bring to all their friends at the diner where my Grandma Debbie works.”
“My goodness, your Daddy was certainly very industrious.”
“Huh?”
“That means he worked very hard.”
“He sure does. He loves me and Dad and always helps us do everything so we’re happy.”
“That sounds like a very special Daddy.”
“He’s the best -- and there he is now with my cupcakes.”
“Hey Gus, how’s my big guy?”
“Great Daddy. Are those my cupcakes? Yes sir. Now remember Mrs. Jones’ rule.”
“I know, I know -- no cupcakes until after lunch time.”
“Okay, so don’t try to get her to serve the cupcakes early.”
“I won’t. Bye Daddy.”
“Bye Gus, I’ll pick you up after school.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Hey Sunshine, are those the infamous cockcakes I’ve been hearing about all morning? Brian hasn’t stopped bragging about his new career as a model for an artistic pastry chef.”
“I hope they won’t disappoint you or your customers.”
“Uhm, Justin, either these are the smallest cocks in the world, or you and Brian must have been really fucking high when you decorated these cupcakes. They just have little swirls on top.”
“Shit!!! Gimme those, I have to fly like lightning, it’s almost lunch time.”
“Bye honey, don’t hurt yourself running so fast.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Mr. Taylor, you’re back. To what do we owe this honor? Did you come back to hear us sing to Gus and have him share the cupcakes?”
“Something like that, but first let me give you the correct box. Here.”
“Why, what was wrong with these? I’m sure the children will enjoy anything that you and Gus created togeth... oh my!”
“Gus did NOT help me make those. Here are the cupcakes he helped make. I’ll just take those out and put them in my car.”
“Please do, PLEASE DO!”
“Daddy, why are you turning red?”
“I’m just a bit warm Gus.”
“I guess Mrs. Jones is warm too. She’s even redder than you.”
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