Jack was tormented by the cake that sat on Lita’s kitchen counter. You would have thought he had just seen Elmo get hit by a bus, the way he was going on. His life would not be complete until that cake was his. “My cake Mama, myyyyy caaaake.” Oh the agony. The injustice. The suffering.
…Aaaaand scene.
Within the instant that the cake came to the table, his mood shifted to that of pure delight. Well done Jack. Well done.
With love from Detroit,
Callie
P.S. Please ignore how filthy Jack is. That is a natural consequence of being with Grandparents.
You should post a picture of the cake. Jack put on all the candles himself. You might even see a bite or two missing from the cake.
Hmm! I wonder how that happened?
Callie! Love your blog! Its great to see how well you and your beautiful family are doing… How things have changed since our days in KDP! 🙂
I laughed so hard at your narration of Jack’s Oscar-worthy performance. He’s pretty good 🙂
Anna, I love your blog too. You are so adorable and I only wish I were half as organized. The under the sink storage, GENIUS!