As I was indulging myself on leftover birthday cake today (despite my best efforts to enjoy this afternoon decadence in secret)- all at once my tranquility was assaulted by the clamorous, curious Knox.
Upon accepting my defeat I invited him to join me and I would share with him a bit of my SECRET confection- AS LONG as he agreed to keep my secret from the other children. Of course he agreed- (ANYTHING for cake!) and the enjoyment commenced.
At first I fed him bites, he briefly complied, but then felt it was HE that should do the feeding. I reluctantly surrendered my fork which he accepted with gusto and began his work.
He proved to be much more capable of cake handling than I expected him to be, deliberately and gently separating small bites and delivering them in turn to the appropriate destination.
Could it be that I don’t give him enough credit for having some common sense (a concept which seems all too illusive in our household)?
Perhaps.
And then, the very last bite:
“This one’s for you Mom! I know you want it.”
Ahh! My ANGEL! My sweet and thoughtful ray of sunshine!
Be-still my heart, which melts like delicate crystals of snow on a Summer’s day from just a moment’s glimpse of his sublime and heavenly eyes!
He lovingly lifts the last bite of sweetness to my grateful lips and my yearning is at last satiated. As he lowers the now empty utensil, he smiles at me with adoring sincerity and declares:
“You like it so much, Mom…because you’re BIG.”
Buzz: killed
