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A green sheet cake, a smiley face, and the number three. Nary a frog in sight.

As a person who received no less than an A-minus in her sophomore year art history class, I have to concede though that the juxtaposition of the numeral and the emoji-esque smiley face have a certain sensibility reminiscent of Joan Miró’s “Painting,” or perhaps it’s a Dada-esque critique that mocks “birthday cake” as the capitalist usurpation of time’s very passage.

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Just me?

The father said he was already home with the cake before he opened it, so the family had a friend attempt to snazz it up a bit. Ultimately, The Sun reports, the kid had a fine birthday, because three-year-olds like cake and have no idea how much you spent on it or what fondant is anyway.

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In its defense, the Woolworth’s store reportedly told the father “they don’t decorate cakes.” Okay, well, neither do these people.

To share a personal cake anecdote, just this week I ordered a birthday cake for my significant other from our local bakery, Bernice’s. The woman asked me to spell out “Happy birthday, Mike” for her. Now that’s attention to detail.