#easter cake

For those who don't know (99% of you), I make a bunny cake every Easter for my Littles. It's a tradition that started with my ex's family, and I have kept it alive for the kids.

Some years the bunny has a bowtie and they eat "him". Some years, the bunny has a hairbow and they eat "her". And some years there's no bow and it's a nonbinary bunny and they eat "them".

And, no, I don't eat the bunny cake. I don't much like cake.

Yes, I know I'm weird.

Last year, I'd just gotten on the Buddie train, and the kids were getting used to Mama ranting about her latest shipping hyperfixation.

I mentioned the "bunny" cake ahead of Easter, but the children misheard it as "Buddie" cake. And thus I promised that if Buddie went canon, I'd make them a cake.

Now, the likelihood is the same as ever. I'm an old shipper. Our ships never went canon.

So, I can enjoy the ride even if nothing ever happens.

That said, this season has a troubling amount of Easter Eggs—hello burner Twitter account leaving clues—and hints that maybe this is the one.

Now, while I think a sudden sweeping moment this week isn't outside of reality, most shows milk that stuff for the Season finale if they're going to cross a line.

And the finale airs on my birthday this year.

I can't tell you how much the children are cracking up at the possibility of the woman who famously doesn't much care for cake and/or ice cream having to make a cake the day after her birthday.

Now, I do like a couple cakes. I'm just very selective.

If you want to win me over, a slice of really good carrot cake just might do it. But only one. I can't take that much sugar.

Also, canon for you might not be canon for me. My kids and I had a long discussion on what qualifies.

And while it's a silly, silly thing to be even thinking about, it's a lovely, lovely thing.

I'm knee-deep in working too many clients—why did two jobs have to run late just as another is starting—my Separation from my not-so-great ex, caring for three incredible little people, and re-learning how to human without the weight of constant emotional manipulation and abuse.

So, yeah, a Buddie cake's a silly, silly thing. But it's a damn lovely thought.