January 6th is the "King's Cake" or "Magic King's Round Cake" or "The Mystical Colorful and Rainbow Brite Jesus Cake" Day (formerly known as Rosca de Reyes au Mexique) and what makes it so special is the fact that Tiny Baby Jesus (playing with his tiny Baby Einstein) never picks to be in my part of the cake ...until now!
The tradition goes like this: you buy one of these once-in-a-year cakes, you go home and make hot chocolate, you spend the whole day calling the family and wondering whether someone will be nice enough not to tell you to eff-yourself-I'm-not-going-anywhere on this amazing day... until some Baby Jesus miracle happens and everyone gets finally together to cut the cake... the trick is, just like SINS, tiny baby Jesus-es are hidden all over the cake and you have to stay away from them (although technically to get them is synonym of good luck but it's more amusing the other way). Plus, the reason we stay away from them is because whoever gets them, has to throw a party for everyone on Feb 2nd (another Holiday, this one about "tamales" woohoo!).
Anyway, that's the story... what happened this time was awesome: So I've been cutting the cake for like 20 years and I had never gotten the damn baby and even though I was saved from buying tamales for everyone, I always felt a little bad because I mean, if Jesus is not picking my part of the cake it means I must've done something evil, right? Well, this year I must've been really good (or maybe they were just looking somewhere else) because I got both of the babies from the cake!! Wooo I'm waiting for a great double-blessed year.
Here are some pictures, I'll spare the details so you can just enjoy the amazingness of the moment. If you have time (and no decency), check out the weird "baby bottom" on the little kid... Biblical porn!! jijiji
PS. The knife in the last picture has a scary reflection of The Boyfriend. I wonder if that's a premonition of some kind...
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