"Just so you know I am going to be cutting the cake so I can control the size of the slices!" I announce to Mr F before dessert.
"I remember what happened with the pie... you ate it all... which is fine because it was your birthday... but... this is my cake." I continue.
Later after Mr F excused himself to the kitchen to "get Kid some more", aka cut a slice and quickly shove it in his mouth and then get Kid some more, I walked into the kitchen to see this...
"Oh My God! The cake is almost gone! No more cake for today!!" I scream out to the rest of the family who were blissfully gorging themselves on their 2nd pieces in the living room.