Baking a Special Birthday Cake
Last night Preston told me that he was going to make me a “Special Birthday Cake.” So he dragged a chair across the kitchen to the counter, pulled out a drinking glass, and started sprinkling lots of different spices into it (this becomes an expensive habit of his, so we try to put the less expensive spices on the bottom rack where he can reach them). When he had a satisfactory amount of spices in the glass he told Daddy that he needed to add some water. So Daddy put a little bit of water in with the spices. Then it was time to mix!
Of course, when you are baking, you obligatorily need to taste your batter; in this case, Daddy had to taste it, not Preston. And then it needed to go in the oven.
We set the timer for 5 minutes, checked on his creation through the oven window, and went upstairs for a few minutes.
When the timer went off, John called upstairs for us to come down and check the cake!!
To our surprise, Preston had made the perfect creation: a single fig newton sat in the bottom of the cup.
It was a delicious Special Birthday Cake.
Bedtime Tinkles
This will probably be one of those embarrassing stories to share with Preston’s high school girlfriends one day.
Preston likes to stall at bedtime. He’s especially good at stalling for Daddy, although, I deal with my fair share of random, ill-timed requests.
One night, after multiple trips in and out of his bedroom to say goodnight, read ONE last story, get a different animal friend, etc, Preston called out “DADDY!!!! I NEED TO GO TINKLES IN THE POTTY!”
THIS kind of a request gets immediate attention out of Mommy and Daddy, so John went in to check on him. He has his own potty in his room, and usually, once it is lights out we have him use that potty instead of a regular one, just to impress upon the fact that we are not actually going to let him get out of having to go to bed. But he insisted on a “big potty” and Daddy’s will is not always as strong as Preston’s, so off to the “big potty” they went.
I was listening from the next room, as Preston sat down on the potty, tooted a little bit, and then yelled “I’m ALLLLL done!”
Daddy had been standing there the whole time, and I could hear from the other room, and neither of us heard any tinkles.
So John said, “How can you be all done, you didn’t do any tinkles”
Preston insisted “Yes, I DID do tinkles, see?!”
There was nothing to see, because there were no tinkles. But Preston insisted again that he was all done, so they flushed and went back to bed for the night.
Stalling tactic = successful
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