Of princesses and honey cakes

Scene:  Apartment life.  Evening.

Mom, I want a dish.

A dish for what?

A dish for honey cake.  (apparently something on Team Umizoomi was eating honey cake).

We don’t have any honey cake.

Well where is it?

I don’t know.

It must be around here somewhere. ::scratches head::  Maybe in the fridge?

Then he catches a glimpse of this ad on my computer screen:

We go to Mickey Donald’s! Get a lunch box.  Let’s go.

Curse you McDonald’s.

Suddenly “honey cake” doesn’t sound so bad. I overlook the uneaten dinner of homemade bean and cheese enchiladas with Spanish rice still sitting on the table.  I remember that we have some leftover whole wheat biscuits in the fridge and I scoop up my son:

Let’s eat biscuits!

Yes!

WITH HONEY!

YESSSS!

AND THEN WE’LL TAKE A BATH! AND GO TO BEEEEED!

YESSSSSSS!

All of this said at such a volume and with such enthusiasm that you would think the next line would be GO TEAM!   As he eats his biscuits at the table, next to that uneaten dinner, I go put on my nightgown because frankly, it’s been a long day and I’m tired.

He meets me in the hallway and takes my hand,

Mommy, you look like a princess.

Aww, baby. I love you. And I hope you never, ever have to go gluten free.