I bought said cake mix and matching frosting for Sunshine because she is not a "scratch" cook. It sat on the counter for three days and tortured the baby. Finally the day came where we decided to make it, and the youngest two watched anxiously as I mixed the batter. I allowed them each a tiny taste (raw eggs you know) and popped it into the oven. Thus began the 28 minute fit of a century. When I got out the camera,The Blitz postponed his tantrum to talk to me, but spent the best part of the time lying on the floor in front of the oven moaning and trying to eat the box. But I will let you hear it from him:
Finally, he got the cake. I didn't even wait for Sunshine to frost it!