So there I was in the kitchen yesterday, making a last minute treat for FHE, when my son comes up to me crying. (It is, unfortunately, not unusual for my children to cry about the food I make, but that's life. Have some more mushrooms.) I was, however, making something decidedly un-disgusting. A little concerned about the tears from nowhere, I asked him, "What's wrong, honey?"
"I'm just so happy, Mom! I'm just so happy that you're making cake!"
My son. Brought to tears of joy by cake.
