I have a date.

...And I'm so excited!
He's blond, blue eyed, very handsome, has a great sense of humor... did I mention he's 4 feet tall?

Tonight at the school, they're having a Mardi Gras dance! Despite all of the rough patches lately, Jaysen has agreed to go with me, and is totally looking forward to it. Why is my son so suddenly interested in social events, you may ask? Two words- King Cakes.

Apparently, King Cakes are a Mardi Gras tradition. They're cakes, with a surprise baked into them- a coin, bean, other small token... and the finder of this surprise is said to have good luck bestowed upon them. What do the King Cakes at Jaysen's Mardi Gras party have in them?

Plastic babies.

For reals? Yep. Plastic babies. I do not know why they chose to have plastic babies- possibly because one may choke on a coin, but the chances of choking on a baby are slim to none? I cannot fathom any other reason. However, the cake-with-the-plastic-baby-in-it was enough to send Jaysen over the edge into hilarity (and myself too). He must go and see the baby-cakes. Babycakes?

I will definitely keep posted about this event.
Hold onto your babies, they just may wind up in a cake.
Which upon second thought, may not be all that bad of a place to be...