I was sitting on the floor, playing trucks with the Bean, when WonderWife™ presented us each with a small bowl of chocolate cake batter. She was baking cupcakes for the Bean’s birthday party.
Cake batter is one of those simple, delectable pleasures in life and I was happy to be able to share this treasure with my son. But as we sat there, shoveling spoonfuls of gooey deliciousness into our mouths, it dawned on me that my batter-eating days were numbered. Soon Sprout would be old enough to enjoy batter and while the kids would argue over who got the bowl and who got the beater, I would be the odd man out.
I guess in the future I’ll just have to get WW™ to bake after the kids have gone to sleep.