A Rich Mom Smashed the Cake I Stayed Up All Night Making for My Son — Then Her Own Son Did Something No One Expected

didn’t do anything.”

Behind us, Daphne had already recovered.

“Well,” she said brightly, waving toward Griffin’s enormous cake, “there’s more than enough cake here for everybody.”

The way she said it made Nolan’s ruined cake sound unnecessary.

Cheap.

Disposable.

My fourteen dollars of carefully measured ingredients.

My four hours of sleep.

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