Rated G
Ben watched his grandmother excitedly. His eighth birthday was tomorrow, and she was baking him a chocolate cake.
As his grandmother slipped the cake into the oven, Ben dipped his finger into the batter left in the bowl and licked it.
�Benton.�
Ben froze at the sound of the stern voice.
�That cake batter has no nutritional value whatsoever, and it is not healthy at all.�
Ben looked at her guiltily.
�Besides, you�re doing it wrong.�
Picking up one of the beaters from the mixer, Martha dipped it in the batter and handed it to Ben with a solemn wink.
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