Two-year-olds are mysterious and crafty beings.
I could stop there. Maybe I should. After all, one of the other children might be jealous if they knew I was writing about the youngest of the brood again today.
But, they'll get over it.
Today I decided to bake a cake. It is a good day for a nice, moist yellow cake with homemade butter cream frosting, don't you think? I have been craving cake since I watched Cake Boss on Monday night.
Problem #1: although I greased and floured the pans..the bottom of both layers stuck to the pans. The silver lining...#5 son and I shared some scrumptious cake bits.
Problem #2: a taste of cake bits wasn't enough for the son we have dubbed "Captain Long Arms". I only wish I had a picture of him triumphantly shoving a fistful of moist and yummy cake goodness into his sweet angelic little mouth. :) There isn't a counter deep enough in my kitchen where a cooling rack is safe from his long and determined reach. One of my round (although definitely dented) cake layers now has a nice chunk out of the side. Oh well...whoever gets that piece will get extra frosting. :)
Funny thing...he didn't seem to have much of an appetite at lunch time. ;)