Old House and Cake

We were living in our old house again, even though Mark was old enough to be writing things. I was in law school and living there, I remember going into the bedroom Mandy and I shared and having my laptop set up and stuff. I had some kind of oral surgery done. I walked into a classroom full of 1Ls (first year law students) and realized I was in the wrong place. Mark was mad at Mom for something, and instead of just writing her a note like he used to in sacrament meeting, he wrote on a cake. The cake was beautifully decorated, but had Mark's less than neat handwriting on it, saying something not nice to Mom. (I don't remember exactly what it was.)