Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold

Today is B's birthday, so I asked what type of birthday cake he wanted like I always do.  Not that there's any real reason to ask, because the answer is pretty much always "chocolate."  But I asked anyway and was mildly surprised when he requested another chocolate lasagna like the one I made him for Easter.

However, B refuses to let me put candles on his "cake."  His excuse is that the candles "probably wouldn't stand up in the lasagna anyway," but the real reason is that he doesn't want to come face to face with the conflagration his birthday candles would emit, and thus be forced to face his age as well.  So because I am a helpful and thoughtful wife, I did this instead:

He frankly should know better than to forbid me to do things, especially at his age.

Happy Birthday, honey!