If You Can’t Bake You’ve Gateaux Go

(My fiancé has come to visit me at my parents house during spring break. I am so excited I make dozens of cookies and three cakes before he arrives. The morning after, we are snuggling on the couch.)

Fiancé: “I thought you didn’t like to cook?”

Me: “I don’t. Baking is different, I’m actually good at it.”

Fiancé: “Is that why you always make me cook?”

Me: “Yes.”

Fiancé: “Well what are you going to do when I won’t cook for you anymore?”

Me: “I’ll get very fat from eating cake for breakfast.”

Fiancé: “You can’t have cake for breakfast!”

(My mom walks in from the kitchen in her pyjamas with a big plate of cake.)

Mom: “The h*** you can’t!”