I’ve been holding off on showing my kids the photos of Allie’s cakes, because I knew it would mean trouble for me. I thought they’d be really sad about having to miss the party (we’re going to Florida soon, so we couldn’t do a PA trip).
Once they saw the cakes (kind of by accident), they both got excited, and said they wanted cakes like that on their birthdays. I laughed, and told them that I don’t think mommy is capable of all of that, but I’d make them nice cakes that are more simple. Leif shocked me, he just burst right out into the saddest-sounding cry. He was deeply hurt by this. I instantly felt sorry for him and blurted out, “It’s OK, I will make these for you!!”. What the hell? The eff? Oh lordy.