and you don't throw a fit!
Ahhh, the wisdom of preschool etiquette.
at the Brinkley house we have a simple, but fun tradition in reference
to our birthdays. By "our" I am referring to my husband and I. We let
the kids design our birthday cake. They tell the opposite parent what
they want and we surprise them with it.
Byron Duke and Luke have
been planning my birthday cake since Byron arrived back from Iraq in
early November. I was a little concerned because everytime I inquired
about the cake my husband would smirk and laugh with a quiet "You'll
Well, today the moment arrived. He ordered the cake from a
friend of a friend (thanks Crystal - Winky did an awesome job) drove an
hour to get it and arrived home with the creation in hand. As I walked
across the kitchen with my camera in hand my mind flashed to all of the
things the kids could have focused on this year...
flowers, the beach, the zoo... but one kept flashing in my mind and
filling me with dread. Lukey and his love affair with his pecker and his
obsession with Thomas. I was SURE that somewhere on this cake there
would be Thomas the Tank Engine pulling along a freight car of you know
whats! He'd promised me one for Christmas and wasn't very happy that
Santa didn't hook me up (thank God).
Ok, back to the B'day cake. I cross the kitchen, steal myself for trains and hoo-ha's then BAM!
the cake. In all of its laundry basket and bowling goodness! That's
right a laundry basket with clothes hanging over the side and a bowling
ball and pins. The cake was SOOOOO good and pecker free! I am a lucky