Cake Cures Everything

My son, in all his craziness, seems to be having a hard time understanding that I do not like it when he stands and plays on one of our dining room chairs. He has gotten his legs stuck once, and I'm sure he's fallen off a couple of time. According to him, there is no lesson to be learned.

Tonight, he tumbled off again while climbing up – it was a short tumble, and he landed on his bottom. I didn't think it was anything serious, so I just gave him an "I told you so" look and continued to do whatever important thing that I was doing (cutting up a piece of brownie). He sat on the floor for a moment – I assume to build momentum for the inevitable cry-fest – then got up and waddled over to me in the kitchen, arms outstretched and crying. It's like the universal sign for "I need some TLC!"

But before he got to me, he saw that I was holding a plate in my hand, and on top of that plate was a piece of brownie. He clapped his hands together, and in an instant, his frown (literally) turned upside down, and he gleefully yelped, "CAKE!"

He ran back to the dining table and waiting for me to prop him up on his booster chair. As we worked together to polish off that brownie, he gave a big, chocolate grin and declared, "Yum!" after each bite. So as you see, cake indeed does make it all better.