Today is my son's 12th birthday. Yesterday, I made him a cake and hid it. As my husband is working late at night now, the plan was to have the festivities first thing in the morning. I woke up at 5:00 to get ready to go downstairs and wake my son, and just as I sat up, the phone rang. It was an automated call informing us that school had been cancelled due to snow. I laid back down in bed but couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned a bit and then, my husband rolled over and started to snuggle against me. I snuggled right back at him and before we knew it, we were fucking. Afterwards, we went downstairs and lit the candles on the cake then surprised my son by barging into his room singing the birthday song full blast and shoving the flaming cake in his terrified little face. He blew out the candles then got out of bed and opened his gifts. After that, we had cake for breakfast and my hubby went to work. Ahh, what a nice day so far. First, hubby and I commemorated our son's conception by reenacting it, then we scared the crap out of him. Life is good.