I try to make most of our food and avoid the processed stuff. But sometimes you just have to break the rules. When my four-year-old daughter, Campbell, saw the angel food cake with a dusting of pink confectioner's glitter on top at the "regular" grocery store bakery today and looked at me with those "mommy, can we keep her?" eyes, I couldn't resist. Sometimes happiness is worth a bit of guilt.
She had me pull it out of the fridge to take a gander about every five minutes until the boys got home from school. She was quite confident that they would share her excitement. Our teen thing, B, told her there was no way he was eating it.
Fine. No desert for you.
She hoped that her six-year-old brother would be on her side. "Po! We got a cake at the store, and it has pink glitter!"
"WHAT?" he demanded. "It has KITTY LITTER? I'm not eating that, either!"
When your mom is a pet sitter, your mind just goes there. Next time we'll opt for the Almond Rocha surprise cake.