Our friends gave Ansa a piece of cake one night after small-group. Ansa decided that she would eat it the next day. On the way home we were talking about how when our dad was little his dad would work 3rd shift, so he slept during the day. Since he had five hungry growing boys, he would wrap his dinner in aluminum foil and write poison on it. Our dad has a habit of coming downstairs at midnight and eating anything he finds interesting (which is usually our cookies, goldfish, chips, or cake). Since Ansa wanted to eat her cake she wrote Poison Ansa on the plastic wrap that covered it. My mom found it in the oven the next day and took a pic.