Skip, you reminded me about a friend's Aunt at a birthday party we went to in the summer. It was a two year old's birthday party and the cake was a sticky, spongey, sugary, gooey mess. Lovely, but not for my little boy thanks very much! While the cake was being cut I took Dylan to stand at the side of the hall so he was distracted a bit from what was going on. My friend knew that I didn't want Dylan to have any and had actually provided a bowl of dried fruit for him to have instead of the sweets and cake that were there, so she just left us to it. Her Aunt, on the other hand, came over with a bowl containing a big slice of said cake, waved it under Dylan's nose and asked him whether he would like some. I don't think he even really realised she was talking to him but I swiftly interjected and said he wouldn't be having any. She did a proper cat's bum face and said, "Oooooooo-kaaaaaaaay. Poor thing, he doesn't get any cake." I mean, really? He's not exactly throwing himself at you and begging for cake, is he? He obviously doesn't care! Some people are just weird, I think
