I did dump that thing. Looked her right in the eyes and dumped it into the stockpot that was soaking in the sink.

And of course the best part, the part that I was 95% sure was coming, was that when the brother finally did get up, he didn't want the damn cinnamon roll for breakfast anyway! He just wanted orange juice (okay, technically he was getting up at 12:30 PM).

So, Mom got all pissed off at me for nothing.