Cake, Cake, Cake!
Yesterday was the second Little League practice. It went pretty much the same as the first practice did. This time Gramma and Grampa, (he’s called Bampoo by the kids, we don’t know why), were there to watch. My son Joseph spent the day with them. It was his special time with them. Each one of my kids spends time with all of their Grandparents, Gramma, Bampoo, or Nana and Grampa Bill or Aunt Mikey, having special days to themselves. They do special things with them like go to lunch or play games, ride their bikes, play ball. Pretty much it’s up to the kid to choose.
Yesterday, for his special time, Joseph decided that he wanted to bake a cake with Gramma. So when he came home, just before practice, they brought in a triple decker chocolate cake with sprinkles, decorations and these crazy twisted candles. It was very impressive and Joseph was very proud.
We gave it a position of honor on the kitchen table and said that after practice and dinner we would all sit down and have a piece before getting ready for bed. All during the ride to practice, out of the kids, it was, “Cake this and Cake that…Cake, Cake, Cake”!
After practice we got a quick bite to eat on the way home, I didn’t feel like cooking because I was tired, and it was, “Cake this and Cake that…Cake, Cake, Cake”!
We said goodnight to Gramma and Bampoo, went home, walked through the door, the kids raced to the kitchen and…
“HEY!!!!!”
DA DA DA DUMMMMMM (Beethoven’s Fifth Music).
On the kitchen table sat the cake, a big chunk bitten out of it, all the frosting licked off, sprinkles all over, and a very guilty looking dog standing next to the table! I was shocked! He had never done this before.
As I grabbed his collar and dragged him to the back door he was already passing this other worldly gas. Who knows what would’ve happened if we had arrived a half hour later. He stayed outside until I went to bed many hours later.
As for the kids and the cake, my wife found a small section of it in the back that looked untouched so each kid got a sliver, and I mean a sliver of cake. The rest was trashed.
Today, when they woke up, Joseph wasn’t mad at our dog, Sonny. He said it must’ve been a good cake because Sonny really, really wanted it. The boys also pressured Rose. She was up next for special time.
In the car, on the way to school Joseph and Michael were saying, “Rose you have to bake a cake because Sonny ate the last one.”
“But I want to have a Tea Party!” she said crying.
I told them to leave her alone. She didn’t have to bake a cake. I heard low whispering from the back of the car all the way and periodic outbursts from Rose saying, “Leave me alone!”
I’ll keep you posted.
