John started cutting the cake last night, and I asked if he had found the token yet when he was almost done. He said no, kept cutting, and then all of a sudden we heard a clunk, and we had found the token. John finished cutting, I chose my slice, and I totally picked the wrong one.
John is king for a day again this year and gets to keep the little Superman he won. He has worn his crown all day today. Like from waking up in bed this morning to trying to figure out how to get it to stay on during our run. Definitely not one to let power get to his head.
I still think I'm the winner though because I got more cake without a Superman taking up part of my piece. Except John keeps calling me his "loyal subject".
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