Dori Pawig!

We talked for a week about doing a Hitchhiker's Guide theme for my 42nd birthday. The pandemic meant no big family party, but G still worked for hours on this cake. He's a boss at following box instructions, but this may have been the first time in his life he has ever frosted and decorated a dessert of any kind, and I thought he outdid himself placing hundreds of sprinkles entirely by hand. The cake made me a little misty-eyed, but the following conversation was the best birthday gift I could have possibly received. 

A symphony in hand-placed sprinkles

E: What...what is this? Dori pawig?

G+M: <hard eye contact>

M: Nailed it, sweetie. Dori pawig

E: Is that like hakuna matata?

G: Yep. Only instead it's dori pawig

E:...I'm missing something aren't I

M: It doesn't matter if you are. Dori pawig!

E: Dang it tell me!

G: It's okay. Dori pawig!