Nothing tastes quite as good as that first bite. OK I lie, the second and third and everyone thereafter are pretty damn good too, but they taste even better when you are seven and you made those Cupcakes all by yourself.
After the madness that was last week with my little boy Flynn's operation, it was nice to just spend the weekend pottering around the house and not doing anything much more important than baking cupcakes.
Sammy was determined to make these for us and I was determined not to eat them.
There are major benefits of being the chief Cupcake Chef. You get to lick the spoon. Yup that glorious gooey spoon is yours for the taking and ideally you take your time licking it clean in front of drooling siblings, just cause you can.
He ploughed through a mountain of homework to get his hands on to these. They were off limits until every last spelling word had been completed and every last sentence neatly written up.
And after all that hard work there is only one thing left to do.
Eat those cupcakes like a boss!
He has informed me he likes the Magical Sleepy Gas and that we should get some at home for when his brothers are hogging the PlayStation. Mate if that stuff was legal for domestic use, kids bedtimes would be a zillion times more peaceful and less stressful for Mums and Dads all over the world.
We just wanted to say thank you all so much for your gorgeous messages. I read every single one to Flynn and he couldn't believe that so many nice people wrote especially to him.
From the bottom of our hearts - Thank you.
So what's news with you guys?
Did you totally rock that Weekend?