Last week C had a birthday. Unlike last year, C didn't ask for a theme cake. Instead, he seemed to care more about flavors, and asked for a chocolate and strawberry cake. So I made him this...
Yes...that's a "6" made out of strawberries.
I thought it must be a mistake too. After all, I can't possibly have a SIX year old! Because just yesterday he was this little guy!
And now, he's a kindergartener who matter-of-factly informed me, "Hey Mom! In 3 years, you can make me this cake again! Because when you turn it around, it's a 9!"
Only 3 years from 9?!? That alone was enough to give me pause, and then I realized that he's already one third of the way to 18. One third of the way to spreading his wings and going off to college.
Don't mind me when I hide in the corner and cry a little...