Remember last year when I found the baby in the king cake? Guess what just happened again? Its even luckier considering that I didn't even eat any; I was just cutting a piece for Michael. They upgraded their babies from last year; the baby on the right is the one I found last year and the one on the left is the one from this year.
Poor baby doubled in size from eating so much king cake. Maybe I should have a Fat Tuesday party next week and make my cake. Click here to read a longer history of king cake. With the meeting that I help with going to New Orleans this November, I'm sure this will be the first of many king cakes to come in the next few days. Oomf. I'm glad I'm not partaking this year.