This Saturday we celebrated my nephews first birthday.

It was a monkey themed party with the cutest cake and great decorations. I swear my cousin's home looked like a jungle. She must have purchased all the bananas they had at the store. There were bananas everywhere!

After singing "Happy Birthday" the cake was cut. It was a shame to have to cut such a cute cake but it was a cake and well, I would rather eat it instead of looking at it. 

It was a chocolate cake with banana cream filling. All home made and all delicious. 

I almost didn't find out though.

My cousins mother in law was passing out plates of cake to all of us on the couch. She brought two plates out each passing and I was gearing up to get my piece. 

She handed a plate to my wife's grandma to my right and then to my other cousin to my left. She didn't even look at me. And to top it off my grandma is a type 2!

I sat there for a second and then just hopped up and grabbed a piece. 

"Oh wow this cake is so good. I may have seconds." I said it loud. I said it right in front of the "keeper of the cake."

She didn't respond but I also made it a point to pull my pump out and bolus in front of her. I wanted her to see that I was not out of control and that I was taking care of myself by getting the insulin I needed to cover the cake.

Maybe next time I won't get passed up.

Maybe next time I can decide if I want cake or not.

I am not holding my breath.