Prompt #35

My three little cousins sat beside each other on the living room couch. They continuously glanced at each other nervously and didn‘t dare speak a word. My aunt and I stood in front of them with our arms crossed. Sitting on the coffee table was my uncle’s birthday cake which my aunt had spent three hours making. A half an hour before my uncle was due to be home, finger trails appeared all through the blue frosting. My aunt made my cousins sit on the couch until they confessed who ruined the cake. The three of them refused to admit what they had done even with their lips and tongues dyed royal blue as the frosting.