Rated G
Ben watched his grandmother excitedly. His eighth birthday was tomorrow, and she was baking him a chocolate cake.
As his grandmother slipped the cake into the oven, Ben dipped his finger into the batter left in the bowl and licked it.
“Benton.”
Ben froze at the sound of the stern voice.
“That cake batter has no nutritional value whatsoever, and it is not healthy at all.”
Ben looked at her guiltily.
“Besides, you’re doing it wrong.”
Picking up one of the beaters from the mixer, Martha dipped it in the batter and handed it to Ben with a solemn wink.
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