I don't share my batter with anyone ( a story about my love for cake batter)!

This is going back a few years now, I may have been 10 or 11 but I rememebr one day I was at home with mum and she had just made a chocolate cake and had promised me the bowl at the end. After she was finished she gave me the bowl and I sat myself on the front steps ready to indulge. About a minute later my big brother came and sat beside me and demanded that he have some too. After a few minutes of this i finally caved and said "fine have it", turned the bowl upside down and put it on his head and walked away with a smile. He never asked again.