We went out to visit friends this past Monday and had a great time. Dinner was great, we exchanged a few presents, and A even let herself be held by someone other than her parents.
Trish, our hostess, makes fabulous cakes and cupcakes. (You can find her work here). She passed along a few mini cupcakes to us so we could celebrate A’s birthday with some yummy homemade goodies.
After lunch, I decided to see what A thought of her cupcakes, and put one out for her. She considered it for a moment, and then started crying. I immediately removed it (What else could I do? I ate it.) and she calmed down. Kids have weird things that set them off, and cupcakes are apparently one of A’s.