Today is my Red’s birthday. Here he is:
And here’s the cake:
First of all – it would be nice if I could offer up Blonde as the decorator of the cake. I am willing to throw a toddler under the cake decorating bus for the sake of pride. But… alas no. I’m just driving my very own, very special, sad little cake bus.
And yes, I know it’s pink. And it’s for Red, and he’s a boy. And it kinda looks like a pink slug trail, albeit more tasty.
And I know, I didn’t properly line the plate with waxed paper re Martha’s directions. Actually, I DID, and was super proud of myself. But then I allowed the frosting to set too much in the ‘fridge and so when I removed the paper (not nearly as delicately as Queen Martha would instruct) and so I ended making more of a mess. WONDERFUL.
It’s ok. Red won’t care. The cake is chocolate. It will have candles. There will be hats and balloons. That’s all a toddler needs.
And earlier today this was overheard:
Blonde: Did ya know today was your birthday Red?
Red: Yep! Yeeeep!
Blonde: Yep! You were bornded on DIS day!
Red: I, Yep! Yep! (very verbal, I swear. Just too much frosting for lunch.)
Blonde: Uh huh! It was a special day! Dat’s what mommy says.
Momsie: smiles with pride. Dis is (ahem) This is so cute.
Blonde: Yep. It was dis day that dey took a knife and CUT YOU OUT OF MOMMY’S STOMACH. And den dey PULLED YOU RIGHT OUTTA DER!
This is a PSA announcement, basically, for all of you who are married to engineers who feel it is very necessary to explain EVERYTHING that a toddler asks about, including birth and c-sections and all that. Thank you so much, hubs, for paying for our therapy.