Something AMAZING has happened in the picture you are looking at. There was one tiny slice of cake left, not even enough to merit dividing into two servings, so Ian and Mackenzie decided to share the last bit.
The amazing part is that they made it all the way to the picture I’ve posted with NO argument about who got a bigger bite, or who has more frosting. I’m speechless and had to share.
Another post for another day: How it is that Eric’s new schedule means that he makes a layer cake every week.
And The Lion Shall Lay With The Lamb…
April 22, 2008


April 22nd, 2008 at 4:09 pm
That would make today a great day in my book. Yay for good kids who share!
April 22nd, 2008 at 5:38 pm
Nice. I’d say you are free to set them in front of the tv for the rest of the week. Your work here is done.
April 22nd, 2008 at 6:44 pm
T.V. One week. Done.
April 23rd, 2008 at 8:22 am
Did you drug them?
April 23rd, 2008 at 9:15 am
Just stumbled upon this blog via http://www.kimheinecke.com. Love your humor and your attitude towards mommy-dom. You have inspired me… to buy an apron. I’m off to Hobby Lobby this afternoon! *yay*
April 23rd, 2008 at 9:27 am
A true miracle! Or a mom who has done a great job teaching. I’m guessing the latter. Sweet pic. (a cake a week?..wow!)
April 23rd, 2008 at 10:31 am
Oh Brandy, I have to warn you before you get started with aprons. After you have worn an apron every day for a month, you will be unable to work without it. My aprons have become like my magic Linus blanket. You might want to pick up two, I’m just saying. Thank you for commenting.
Yes, Robin. A cake every week. I have gained five pounds. I think he needs a new hobby.
April 23rd, 2008 at 12:02 pm
Feel free to mail the layer cake this way.
I’ve added you to my blogroll!
April 23rd, 2008 at 12:08 pm
Don’t you love it when that happens? I was speechless last night when my son didn’t argue/throw a fit when I told him to get out of the refrigerator five minutes before supper. Usually he acts as though he’ll truly starve to death in that amount of time.