My first birthday cake was when I was 2 years old. My aunt offered to bring a cake for the occasion. My mother told her it would be best to not put icing on the cake because all the kids at the party would be very young, like me. But my aunt, a sugar addict, just couldn't help herself and brought a cake loaded with icing. My mother gave me a piece of cake and said, "try it, if you don't like the icing I'll take it off." I took one taste and hated it, so my mother removed all the icing. The cake itself was okay (in a weird sort of way).
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