Tyler helped me make carrot cake cupcakes for the cookout Monday. ( Of course they had cream cheese icing, do you even need to ask?) He had one after the cookout, proceeded to lick off all the icing, declared that he didn’t like the cake part, and could he please have another? I told him if all he was going to do was eat the icing off, then no, he couldn’t have another.
Then last night we were all hanging out outside. Ty disappears for a minute, then comes back with a cupcake and a big, mischievous grin on his face (he so has that look down pat. that look that says “I am pretty sure I’m not supposed to be doing this, but hey, aren’t I so cute that you forget why you’re mad??”). He saw the look I gave him, then came over to explain (or brag, I suppose):
Ty: “Mommy, I got a cupcake!”
Me: “I see that. How did you get that?”
Ty: “I tippy-toed into the house, took my stool and put it at the counter, climbed up then I couldn’t get the lid off, but then I figured out how and then I got a cupcake!!”
Between his obvious pride in figuring out how to abscond with the forbidden cupcake, and yeah, that sooo cute little grin, I have to admit that I did let him off the hook this time….