On cake and turning 18 years old

I've been waiting to write this post for a couple of reasons. Mostly because Bill has no sense of humor over that which I'm about to write while I find it hilarious.

I don't really want to piss him off. So in the interest of being fair, I'm asking for you to judge for yourself if I'm being overly picky or he's overly ... uh, ... I'm totally going to get myself into trouble with this post, so let's just get to it, shall we?

Last Friday was my stepson's 18th birthday. Yep Sean's 18.

We were planning to have him over for dinner and give him his gifts Friday after work.

Bill volunteered to go to the store and order a cake for Sean all by himself.

I was suspect, but because I'm so swamped these days, I restrained my OCD-self and let me do it. But not without discussing it first:

Bill: I'm going to order Sean's cake. What should I get on it?

Me: Get him an adult cake. No SpongeBob or anything. He's an adult now.

Bill: Yeah, I'll get him something cool.

Me: Get him something adult ... and normal. He's an adult now.

Bill: I know. I know.

When I got home Friday, I saw the massive cake box on the counter.

Bill had ordered an entire sheet cake. Not a quarter or even a half, an entire sheet.

Good thing I like cake.

Then I opened the box.

Oh man.

Do you see it?

Here's a closer look at the guy on the cake:

Does that look like an 18-year-old kid to you in any way?

Because to me that looks like a middle-aged, beer-bellied, balding guy lying on a couch drinking a beer and holding a remote control.

But I've been accused of picking apart the details of the figurine and that this balding, fat guy is totally appropriate for an 18-year-old kid.

I guess if you want the message on his 18th birthday to be: "It's all down hill from here." It totally works.

Really though, I do have to take some of the blame for the balding, fat man drinking a beer adorning my stepson's cake. I did say to Bill to get Sean an "adult cake" without providing any other specifics, like "appropriate for an 18 year old" or "not sad and defeating."

I mean what really did I expect Bill to get?

Sometimes, I'm really slow.