Wheee! Wait... I just spent the last thirty minutes doing WHAT?

Ahhhh. It's good to be back in the dorm again. Well... it might be better if someone hadn't snuck off and abandoned us the second I went home... Just kidding, I love you, Robyn...

Something awesome happened tonight. I went to an Epiphany service at my church [we got to play with FIRE!!! Muahahahaha!], and afterwards, since Mardi Gras season has officially started, we had King Cake. Mmmm. For those of you not familiar with it [how sad!], it's a ring-shaped cake with a ginormous load of icing and purple, green, and gold--uh, yellow-- colored sugar. Inside is a wee plastic baby; meant, I guess, to represent the Baby Jesus, since Epiphany is when he was found by the Three Kings. Anyway. So all of the three, four, and five-year olds are being introduced to this idea.

"You mean Baby Jesus is IN THE CAKE?"

"Uh, yeah, that's right, so you've got to be careful eating it-- you don't want to choke."

Arguement ensued: "I want the baby Jesus!" "NO, I WANT THE BABY JESUS!" "I'M GONNA GET THE BABY JESUS!"

Finally one of the girls found it. So she's sucking the icing off of the baby, and one of the really little kids completely freaks: "You're EATING the BABY JESUS???? YOU'RE EATING THE BABY JESUS???" Heh.

I love my roomate. Who else would I have gone on a quest to ascertain what form of undergarment certain fictional tv characters wear? Yay for us!