Wednesday, April 28, 2010
A Boy and His Cupcake
My son is never happier than when he's got a cupcake hanging from his mouth. If he concentrates on his school work like he does yummy pastries, he'll be a friggen genius.
Today at our Wednesday playgroup, which Owen can never go to anymore because of school, Lisa sent me home with a cupcake. I let Owen have it after dinner when he was fussing about doing something and the quickness this expression changes from his fake whining to "Oh my God, cupcake!" is hilarious. It's like I'm holding the coolest thing ever in my hand and all is right with the world.
My beautiful babies are so easy to please.