Sneaky McSneak

Today is the birthday of a wonderful friend (Woo hoo 29, Bob!) and his equally wonderful wife, also a wonderful friend (Hi Holls!) asked me to bake some cupcakes to celebrate. So last night, I baked up some moist and buttery cupcakes and a batch of dark chocolate buttercream for her to pick up today and set a few aside to share with my students...and a few for our household. Now, usually we like some fancy-schmancy cupcakes here at our house, but sometimes nothing hits the spot like an old school style cupcake. We're all suckers for cakes here and H.Bomb is no exception; despite his running amuk last night, he still said he *needed* a cupcake. Who could blame him, really? I tried to be the strong-armed parent and said he could either take a whole cupcake home to his mom's house to save for today or he could have half of one now. Most Americans have a tendency to want instant gratification and four year olds are no exception (gasp!), so he opted for half now. I didn't want E$ to see him eat the cake, though. The boys had just had a bath and it was bedtime for E, so I cut the cake in half and told Halsey to eat it in the bathroom. I gently pushed him in and closed the door. When he came out a few minutes later, with chocolate frosting smudged on his lips, I winked at him and asked him how his trip to the bathroom went. He looked at me with twinkling eyes and simply said "it was great." It is pretty cool to share a secret with a preschooler.