Lucy was insistent that we give Papa a birthday party. Here’s the play by play:
We stop at the grocery store on the way home to get his favorite – yellow cake and chocolate icing. Since he doesn’t like to actually eat decorations we pick out some beautiful candy decorations. These will be good for the kids to eat and easy for Papa to pick off. We choose a daddish balloon with a deer on it. We purchase one of Papa’s favorites for dinner – pork steaks – knowing he’ll be the one to cook them.
In the car, Lucy and Bubby are buckled. We are on our way to get Memmy at daycare. Me: “Bub, hold that balloon so I can see.” Then I proceed to open the sunroof (not my brightest moment). Out goes the balloon. Out of my mouth comes a completely inappropriate word.
Keep in mind that we are on the only 4 lane road in our town. I turn around watching the lightly weighted balloon bee-bop out of the turn lane toward a nearby gas station. (God obviously took into consideration that I did not have enough cash on me to buy another balloon.) The balloon hops sweetly over to the gas station as I slowly pull into the lot. Bubby hops out of the rolling car, grabs balloon and hops back in before I ever stop. Off we go to daycare – with the sunroof now securely closed.
Fast forward to the making of the cake. Lucy and Memmy and Bubby each have a turn to crack an egg and stir some batter of the yellow cake mix that I am preparing with a little help from Duncan Hines. The cake is successfully baked. Whew!