A few weeks ago, we went out for cupcakes. It has become a Friday night tradition. One that Baby is quite attached to. She looks forward to it all week and talks about it all day on Fridays. It’s enough to create a serious cupcake craving.
On the way home, Baby asked everyone in the car what kind of cupcake they had chosen.
“What kind of cupcake do you have, Daddy?”
Smile. Nod of approval
“What kind of cupcake do you have Mommy?”
“Mine is chocolate too!”
More smiles. More nods.
Then she asked my mom.
“Grandmom, what kind of cupcake do you have?”
“Mine is lemon.”
Look of confusion. Short pause.
“No. Grandmom. What kind of cupcake do you have?”
Apparently, when you’re two-and-a-half, lemon is not a recognized cupcake flavor.
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