Beating Up the Cake

It was my son's half-birthday today.  To commemorate the occasion, I baked a cake.  Normal people would use a boxed mix.  But I'm not normal.  I have to do everything from scratch.  Anyway, I pulled out the sugar and measured it.  Only the trouble was that the sugar was in a hard lumpy form.  I don't know what happened to it, but I didn't feel like going to the store to get a new bag.  So I beat it.  Literally.

"Mom," my son asked.  "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Um, killing the sugar?"

"Exactly."

I finished beating that stuff and got it pulverized pretty good. I made the cake, which actually turned out well.

As we ate it, my daughter made an interesting comment.  "Mom, next time can you make it denser?"

I looked at her funny.  "Why?"

"I'd like to conduct a science experiment and throw it off a cliff."

"What?" I asked, incredulously.

"Yeah.  We can test its mass by the amount of splat it leaves."

And I thought I was being violent with the cake!