After Alex requested an army tank birthday cake, Ethen concocted his own outlandish request. Naturally.
A baseball field stadium. With fans. And concession stands. And hot dog vendors.
I vetoed the concessions (life's all about compromise), and here's the rest:
I have two favorite-favorite things about this cake. The first is obviously Ethen. He smiled big when he saw it and said, "That's impressive!" about three times before he started teasing me. But even in the teasing in front of the grandparents and great-grandparents (where J explained, "Ethen doesn't give her ANY slack!"), E was beaming at me with genuine affection.
The second favorite-favorite thing is J's excitement. J generally doesn't get as excited as say, I would. When I'm grinning from ear to ear and clapping, he'll say, "Coo." When I say, "Oh my goodness, these fajitas make me wanna slap my grandma, how are yours?" he'll reply, "Yeah." So that's how high nonchalant the bar is. It can be deflating.
But when he walked into the kitchen to see the finished cake, he got excited. He started smiling at my anticipation before he even saw the cake. He took it in for a minute then said, "Angela!"
Plus, it tasted good. So, win-win-win.
P.S. A word to the wise - the birthday boy WILL inadvertently blow some turf, dirt, and people onto the table as he blows out the candles. Plan accordingly. : )
