Before Two-bit's dad left, the family would always have dinner together on Sunday's. His mom made a cake once and said he couldn't have any until after dinner, so Two just sat there and stared at it. Then his dad came in and asked him what was up. 

"I want cake now!" The six-year-old said. 

His dad's face lit up with an idea. He grabbed the frosting bucket from the icebox and a knife from a drawer. He cut out a small peice of cake from the bottom of the cakd and filled in the hole with frosting. 

Then he handed it to Two-but saying, "don't tell your mom."