Yesterday, I was studying really hard for my science exam and was getting extremely stressed about it. My dad walked into my room around 11:00, concerned, and asked if he could do anything to help. Completely exhausted and emotionally wasted, I turned around and yelled "No! You know, why don't you go bake me a cake or something. With sprinkles!!!" and went back to work. When I got home today after taking the exam, I saw a vanilla cake with sprinkles sitting on the table with a note from my dad wishing me luck. Thanks, daddy. MLIA