First, there was the taste test: And then there was the "How much of this evil can I cram in my mouth at once?" test:
Apparently not all of it; note the crumbs on the floor.
Then someone had to clean the spoon that mixed the frosting.
Tell me a mere dishwasher can pay this much attention to detail! Oops, missed a spot!
Whew, what a job! I'm exhausted. Wait, what's this? A frosting molecule still on the spoon? I think not!
After giving the spoon a good going-over, the Evil Genius known as Bird went into a cupcake fueled frenzy, moving with a Tazmanian Devil-like speed and grace that had the cats scattering for the
hills hiding places under our beds and our roommate wondering when we invited a herd of angry water buffalo over for a mosh pit.
Eventually, the little guy did get to bed, with a little help from our good friend Mr. Duct Tape.
I swept the crumbs off the floor and called it a night.