Mare-mare the Iconoclast

I got a King Cake this year; it was a grocery store impulse buy, to be sure. I just figured Irene loves Events, Mary loves babies... perfect! After eating it had become a chore, Irene and I saw that Mary was the lucky one with the plastic in her cake and we were both once again excited about the cake. I got the camera ready and we prepared for the big moment. Mary, however, was shocked, shocked, by our idolatrous practices.
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"Mommy, how could you?"

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Ever light-hearted