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And so... what a horrible mother am I?
Feb. 25th, 2003 09:23 amYesterday A.J.'s preschool class celebrated his 4-1/2 birthday. His real birthday is Aug. 23rd, just 5 days shy of when the academic year actually started. So, we took in a beautiful 'Thomas the Tank Engine' cake - ordered from Wal-Mart, of course - and he was so excited! He'd been talking non-stop about his birthday cake all weekend.
And so the party at school went off without a hitch, and the teachers took some pictures for me, since I had to be here with all the daycare chitlins. And we had over a 1/2 a cake left when he came home.
Last night, A.J. was having a hard time staying focused on his dinner, doing the whole "When I'm done, I'm gonna have some cake for dessert" thing, while not really eating his dinner at all. And so, I put the cake in the oven (I don't like it on the counter anyway - it's just in the way there), and he asked me what I was doing. I told him the oven was going to eat all the cake up - yum, yum, YUM! Of all the things he chooses NOT to believe, this one he did! He ran off to his room crying that his cake was all gone, and he wanted his Thomas and such. Philip had to go after him and console him for a while. I felt mildly bad, but hey! It was a joke, right?
This morning, I turned on the oven to heat it up for cheese toast, forgetting that the cake was inside. *melt* Ah... smell that burnt plastic and cardboard box. I felt so bad.
I called A.J. in to the kitchen to show/explain what had happened. Poor thing actually said, "But why did the oven eat my cake?"
I feel *this* big. :(
And so the party at school went off without a hitch, and the teachers took some pictures for me, since I had to be here with all the daycare chitlins. And we had over a 1/2 a cake left when he came home.
Last night, A.J. was having a hard time staying focused on his dinner, doing the whole "When I'm done, I'm gonna have some cake for dessert" thing, while not really eating his dinner at all. And so, I put the cake in the oven (I don't like it on the counter anyway - it's just in the way there), and he asked me what I was doing. I told him the oven was going to eat all the cake up - yum, yum, YUM! Of all the things he chooses NOT to believe, this one he did! He ran off to his room crying that his cake was all gone, and he wanted his Thomas and such. Philip had to go after him and console him for a while. I felt mildly bad, but hey! It was a joke, right?
This morning, I turned on the oven to heat it up for cheese toast, forgetting that the cake was inside. *melt* Ah... smell that burnt plastic and cardboard box. I felt so bad.
I called A.J. in to the kitchen to show/explain what had happened. Poor thing actually said, "But why did the oven eat my cake?"
I feel *this* big. :(
