You know how in my last post I talked about following the Church because I love and follow Jesus? Well, in a similar vein, I embrace certain Mom-ish behaviors, such as trying to decorate birthday cakes, purely because I love my children so dearly, not because I dream at night of finding the perfect cake decorating tip.
Ramona wanted a Webkinz cake. The Rainbow Armadillo Webkinz. On her cake. Uh-huh. That's right.
So, I tried:
If you're a legitimate cake-decorating-type, please excuse me. Don't examine the saggy borders and the crooked smile and the less-than-perfect consistency of the other accents.
You see, I thought "Mommy, I want chocolate cake with chocolate icing" meant, "Mommy, I want chocolate cake with chocolate icing" not, "Mommy, I'm going to ask at the last minute that you also furnish yellow, pink, purple and a dab of red icing for the mouth." But she was so earnest that I couldn't say no. Would you?
Happy birthday, Ramona!