We’re drawing pictures at the dining room table. I’m not a very good artist and can really only draw butterflies and whales while my companion was creating something that could only be described as nothing I could identify (of course I’d never reveal that.)
She’s an extremely chatty and precociously verbal 3.5 year old, a nonstop talker from the moment she wakes up until the moment she closes her eyes, exactly like her big brother.
Honestly, they are both the most interesting people I know—of any age. I love to spend hours upon hours conversing with them about whatever is in their hearts and minds.
“Here you go. I drew this for you, Grandma!”
“Oh my, that is SO beautiful. Thank you!”
“Grandma, do you know what? I’m going to invite you to my birthday party.”
The way she said it was like a queen bestowing an honor upon one of her subjects. This upcoming birthday is the subject of many conversations. Turning four is a BIG deal.
“That’s awesome, Angel Girl! I accept your invitation. I will love to come to your party. Who else will you invite?”
“Some of my friends from preschool and my brother and that’s it.”
A couple minutes later…
“Can you make a unicorn cake, Grandma?”
“Hmmm, let me think. Yes, I believe I can, Are you sure that you’ll want a unicorn cake for your birthday?”
“Yes. I’m sure.”
“Well, you’re planning well in advance as your birthday isn’t for a few months. Do you think you might change your mind?”
“No, I won’t. I want a pink and purple unicorn cake.”
“You got it, a pink and purple unicorn, no problem. BUT if you change your mind, that’s OK, too.”
Why do I have a sneaking suspicion that my party invitation might somehow be connected to my ability to bake? Am I being cynical?
Upon reflection, if I could accomplish a decent job on her brother’s Pokemon Ball cake for his 7th birthday (and I did) I think I can attempt a unicorn cake for Angel Girl’s 4th year around the sun. It’s really just a horse shaped cake with an upside down ice cream cone in the center of its head, but don’t tell HER,
There’s nothing better than to be able to grant those kinds of wishes.