Yesterday I made a cake.
Eli helped me crack the eggs.
He asked me to turn on the oven light so he could watch it cook.
When it came out of the oven he waited patiently for it to cool.
He watched me make the frosting, measured the sugar for me.
I finished frosting the cake, turned to put the bowl in the sink.
Turned back. Eli was on his way to the table, cake plate in his hands.
"Uh - what do you think you're doing?" asks his Mom.
"Don't worry. I'll come back for a fork!" says Eli...
This is the crabby face of a boy whose Mom
wouldn't let him eat a whole cake.