On Sunday, I celebrated my daughter's birthday with my husband, parents, in-laws, and husband's best friend who happened to be in town. My daughter's birthday is actually not until next Sunday, but hey, we're optimists.
No, actually, it's just because everyone happened to be able to come to our place last weekend, so it worked out better that way. Besides, it's not like my baby knows the difference. Plus, she definitely appreciated all the spoiling.
My father spent approximately four hours Sunday morning icing a Care Bear cake we had baked the night before. My parents had brought over the cake pan they have had since the '80s - when my brother and I were young, we used to love having our Care Bear cake on our birthdays. I suppose, once we entered our pre-teens, my father must have been thankful he didn't have to slave over these cakes anymore.
He should never have kept the cake pan. Poor Dad. Four hours of hard labour later and I was placing the immaculate, perfectly iced, upright bear in front of my daughter. Giving her free reign to do whatever she wanted to with the cake.
At first she merely tapped it in the face with the palm of her hand, flattening its right eye and ear. Then she started planting her fingers in the icing. Finally, when she began looking at me as if to say, "So, what am I supposed to do with this thing?" I decided it was time to give the bear a lobotomy (that is, cut a piece out of its head).
I placed the piece of chocolate cake, covered in icing, on my daughter's tray, and she had films and pictures taken of her as she dug in, getting icing all over her clothes. Miraculously, she did not get any in her hair. We all thought she would simply play around with her cake a bit, but when she started hungrily shoving sizeable pieces into her mouth, my mother suggested someone had better take the tray away from her, before she made herself sick. I snatched the tray away, and my daughter gave me a chocolatey, icing-filled grin.
That day, she didn't so much as have a stomachache. Evidently, she is a chocolate-lover in the making. Just like her mom.
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