Source – It was supposed to be a Moana cake, but a young woman instead received a birthday cake featuring a marijuana leaf and a ‘My Little Pony’-themed character smoking marijuana.
Kensli Davis, 25, shared a picture of the unusual cake on social media.
The post reads, “So my mama called and ordered me a cake telling them how much I loved Moana. (Because really I do) Well needless to say these people though she said marijuana.”
In fairness to whoever answered the phone at the bakery, “Moana” does sound an awful lot like “marijuana.” And I’m going to go way out on a limb and assumed that Kensli Davis’ mom wasn’t on the other end of the line speaking with the diction of Professor Henry Higgins. So they deserve some slack.
Besides, if you’re a baker and get an order for a 25-year-old’s birthday cake and you’re told “She asked for “Moa-, Mona-, Morina-, something,” wouldn’t you just naturally assume they were looking for a marijuana cake? It’s goddamned 2019. The stuff is legal all over the place now. I’m sure half the cakes they’re baking now are pot-themed in some respect or another. Hell, on 4/20 every year I bet it’s probably 95%. They probably do better business with those than they do Disney princesses and superheroes combined.
I’ll admit, I don’t really get why you’d improvise a My Pretty Pony ripping bong hits into the design. But maybe that’s a common trope? That they same female demo that’s into weed enough to work it into a birthday party theme with their moms is the same group still clinging to Princess Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash? It’s sounds more like a Molly thing, but these are not my areas of expertise.
More to the point, the real surprising thing here isn’t the mix-up. It’s the fact that a 25-year-old’s mother is still ordering her specialty cakes for her birthday. I’d say that with my kids, we knocked that nonsense off when they turned about 12. I think the last one was when we took them to see the Tall Ships and had the bakery put a photo we took of the aircraft carrier John F. Kennedy on a cake. After that it’s walking up to the supermarket bakery and just grabbing a generic one in whatever flavor the kid likes. That’s how you avoid raising an adult who still expects cartoon cakes on their 25th birthday. This is all on Kensli’s mom. You’re off the hook, bake shop.