Little Tommy watched his mom as she was baking this magnificent chocolate cake, and he was celebrating.

A man, he started pestering his mother.

Mom, when are we going to eat the cake?

When are we going to eat the cake?

And his mother said, now Tommy, this cake is not for us. It's for the cake. When are we going to eat the cake? And his mother said, now, Tommy, this cake is not for us.

It's for the guests who will be coming tonight. Tommy, I'm going upstairs to take a nap.

And Tommy, do not touch the cake.

And so she goes upstairs, and I want you to imagine Tommy pulling his chair a little closer to look at the cake, just close up, to admire Mom's handiwork.

But as Tommy got closer to the cake, he noticed a slight imperfection in the double

fudge icing. There's a little swirl there. And he sought to smooth it over. That's all he's doing.

He's just going to smooth the cake over.

And then, of course, he licked his finger.

But once he did this, he realized that there's another imperfection on the other side of the cake.

So he turns the cake around, and he smoothed that other side and licks his finger.

Then he turns it around. He kept turning that cake around, trying to smooth the icing,

this swirl of the icing on the cake. That's his reasoning. Mom said, don't eat of the cake.

What she really meant, I shouldn't eat it.

But it's okay to improve on her handiwork, and after all, Mom would really want this cake to look perfect for the guests.

And so he kept on turning it around, turning it around, and then all of a sudden he realized that the cake looks far worse than in the beginning.

So he reasoned again.

Well, now that I messed it up, might as well enjoy a piece of cake.

Surely Mom would not mind at all, would she? So as Tommy was finishing his second

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