Super Mom

Just call me Super Mom. Evan went with me to the grocery store after school today. He's dutifully pushing the shopping cart down the aisle while I gather up whatever's on my list, and out of the blue he says, "I could really go for some cake this weekend." Have I told you about this boy and his love for pie and cake?! I get a smug smile on my face and ask, "What was that you said? You say you'd like some cake this weekend? Well, have I got news for you..." He cuts me off, as usual, and asks me if I was planning to make cake. I nonchalantly tell him that no, I had no plans to make a cake. Then I spring it on him, "I already made a cake!" The celebration that took place in the cereal aisle was a bit embarrassing, but I didn't mind. I figure that cake redeemed me well over the top from a bit of a rough week on the home front. How forgiving are children when you serve them cake! And ice cream too, of course!