even after giving them a taste (against their will) neither of them "got into it."
he ended up in tears...
she ended up sharing.
with the next kid i'm thinking we might just give them a cucumber and let them go to town,
since that's what both caleb and leah wanted anyway.
it's times like these that i have to remind myself that they are in fact my children, when evidence like cake-eating points to the contrary.
luckily they both provided me with lots of leftover goodness.
and that's really what it's mostly about anyway, isn't it?