Some Aunts, a Cake, and a Football

Here is a long story with many parentheses: Aunt B took Monkey to the grocery store (she has since moved back to where she came from, but with a fancy new job). In addition to the "new car" that she bought him (it's orange), she also brought home a cake. Why did we need a cake? We did not need a cake. However, since we do not have cable she was spending her days watching Cake Boss on Netflix, and decided that we really had to have a cake. Also, it was on Manager's Special. The best part of this cake was that it was nothing like any cake that Cake Boss Buddy has ever made. It was a 'tres leches' cake, which in Kroger-speak apparently means 3 inches of whipped cream icing for about 3/4 of an inch (a single inch) of cake. It was also airbrushed blue, for a certain football team, and came with football shaped rings stuck in the deep cushion of icing. It just so happened that this fantastic cake made its way into our home a day before Aunt L made her way into our home, where we greeted her with an impromptu birthday dinner, complete with cake and candles. Mrs. Z and Monkey did not consume any cake. Oh no. We had big spoonfuls of icing scooped off the top. Monkey insisted (INSISTED!) on eating his icing by scooping it with the football ring.
Lest you think we feed him icing and only icing for dinner on a regular basis, here is photo proof that vegetables were involved in this meal. In this particular instance, an icing-dipped "tree" (broccoli):

Never fear, it didn't work. He is not so easily fooled.

Yesterday he said (totally out of the blue), "Mom, I want cake."