Last week (amidst all the business of our lives) Jammin' turned 10; double digits, a decade, four times younger than me!
And for the first time in his life, he had a definite mind of the type of cake he wanted. Usually his answer was "I don't care" or "I don't know" or "Okay, that's fine" when given suggestions.
This year he wanted a Dinosaur cake. So, being a dutiful mother, I went on-line and found some directions for making one.
The cake didn't turn out too bad, I thought. Not the cutest looking dino, but definitely turned out to resemble some sort of ancient prehistoric beast.
Proudly, I set the cake on the table. The kids clapped and cheered. Then, we took our leave for a dinner celebration. (Jammin' chose the restaurant; a family tradition).
A few hours later, we returned with thoughts of opening presents and then cake and ice cream. It would be the end of a busy, but happy birthday.
But - alas! We returned home to the scene of a crime:
We forgot that Zeus was on the loose. Why was I surprised? I had left it on the table. Anything on the table is fair game to him, especially when his family leaves him alone for a few hours.
In the end, Zeus took the cake. Fortunately, I still had cupcakes left over from a batch made for Jammin's class party at school.





