Better late than never with this post.
Peter was very appreciative of his time at home with Anna while recuperating from getting his wisdom teeth out, and since he loves to cook (and is, in fact, an excellent cook), offered to make us a cake. We had already planned to have breakfast at the North Hadley Sugar Shack the morning of April 1st, so Peter arrived that morning with the promised cake. A sponge cake. Yummm.
When we cut into it, it seemed a little tough (I thought I might have to give him some pointers on not over-mixing the batter), but it was actually a sponge cake - meaning, a cake made of sponges, glued together and frosted. Anna was in on the joke and thought it was quite funny. I'm almost embarrassed to say that Michael and I were fooled!