The towering birthday cake waits on the kitchen table.
Milo saws the cake with a big, slow swoosh.
The cake slides, and the plates go clatter-clatter!
Milo reaches for cake. Sam bumps the table. Oops!
Sticky frosting plops onto the floor.
Milo holds the cake still. Sam holds the knife.
Puff! Flour lands on their noses. “Your turn,” says Sam.
Together, they cut two perfect slices.
A frosting blob lands on Milo’s nose. They giggle.
Milo and Sam nibble cake beside the table.
