It was a rare occasion in the Dowd house...I felt like baking. Andrew and I baked a strawberry cake just before he took his afternoon nap. When he woke up all he wanted to do was try his cake. I told him he could have a piece after dinner and apparently that would not do for him. While I was talking on the phone I came in to see him secretly eating his cake. This is his face as I busted him eating his cake. As you can tell he even pulled the plate closer because he didn't want to miss a single morsel of icing.
In all fairness to him, he didn't eat that much frosting, that's just how poorly I frost a cake. Plus, those cans of frosting don't have as much frosting as they use to have. Usually I can have a little bit and there still be some for the cake. I guess those people at Betty Crocker are cutting back on their portions. Wait till they get my stern letter of dissapproval. Just kidding I couldn't resist eating some cream cheese frosting (maybe some isn't the right word).
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How cute! That is truely being caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Of course, you know that he didn't need to get in any trouble for that. I mean what boy can resist a piece of his Mom's cake? Glad to hear a good report on you and your littlest one.
Love you all,
Angie
I just have to say I know this has been on here awhile and I'm just now getting to responding... but I could not resist a peice of cake either if it were sitting on the counter in plain view every time I walked by so I hope you weren't too hard on him:)
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