Cake
June 10, 2009
If you knew my youngest, you’d know that anything that ever comes between him and cake is going to be pushed aside. My kid LOVES cake. Any flavour.
We once went to a hockey team party at R’s house, and he kept tugging at me, asking when R would be bringing the cake out. I assured him it would happen, to go play and he’d be back, 5 minutes later, asking again. When R brought out the cake (we were outside), she had to run back in the house for the usual, knives, plates etc, and Thomas parked himself in front of that cake, and sat very still. All I could see was the back of his head as he waited patiently for his cake. When R came back, she was a little distracted with all the kids, clamouring for their cake, and Thomas just sat and waited. It really was the cutest thing. Once he got his cake, he didn’t have a fork so he had to wait longer. I decided it was agony for him at that point, crossed the room and gave him a fork. He ate that cake in determined silence until it was nothing but smears of icing on the plate and then continued to sit there.
Of course he had another piece.
Last week, Thomas was invited to a school mate’s birthday party, and at first he had decided he didn’t want to go. The last party he went to had many kids and was held in a gym environment, you know the kind – the stimulus and noise was overwhelming for my sensitive boy and he clung to Daren the entire time. That’s just how he is – in small groups he is fine, but in large groups I think it’s just too much.
Yesterday I caught him looking at this birthday invitation.
“The party is going to be at Julie’s house,” I offered.
“Yes,” he replied slowly, “I think I do want to go Mom.”
“Well the polite thing to do is call her and let her know you’re coming. Maybe ask her what she wants for her birthday.” He was excited about this responsibility and I dialed the number and handed him the phone.
He smiled as it rang. I heard Julie’s mother pick up and say hello.
“Hello, this is Thomas.”
After a pause, Julie’s mother asked if he wanted to speak to Julie.
“Yeah,” he answered.
Julie came on the line and Thomas piped up, “I’m going to come to your birthday party Julie!”
There was excitement on the other end.
“Don’t forget to ask her,” I whispered.
He smiled at me and nodded. “I have to ask you a question,” he started. “What kind of cake are you gonna have?”
After I recovered from laughing, I tapped his shoulder and whispered, “Ask her what she wants for her birthday.”
He did, said his goodbyes and hung up the phone.
“Well, what does she want for her birthday?”
“Clothes. Probably pink I guess. You buy that Mom, okay? I’m going to go and have some of her cake.”
You gotta love age 4. If for nothing else but the honesty.
June 10th, 2009 at 5:31 am
That is absolutely adorable, and all at age 4! You have a sweet sweet little boy there! Aww! Makes me all fluttery in side… lol, I would have never picked up the phone at 4 and called.
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June 10th, 2009 at 7:21 am
That is the CUTEST story ever.
Gotta love the kid, because cake ROCKS!
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June 10th, 2009 at 7:22 am
Hey, you can’t blame the kid for knowing what he wants and for being honest about it. But that sure is cute!
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June 10th, 2009 at 8:54 am
What? This is news to you or something?
I’m in my mid-thirties and I still let my mom, er, wife buy the present. All I want is the cake.
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June 10th, 2009 at 3:41 pm
I love it when they’re so serious about food like it. It’s hilarious!!
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June 11th, 2009 at 6:23 am
I’m 31 and cake is still way more important than any gifts I’m going to buy.
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