Cupcake Crumbs

Tomorrow will be my son's eighth birthday party.  (He now informs everyone that he is seven and four quarters years old.)  Since my boy loves turtles, I made him a turtle birthday cake.  It required two batches of cake mix - a full cake for the shell, and cupcakes for the legs and head.

Needless to say, the house smelled great.  Of course, my kids had their friends over while I was busy baking.

"Mrs. Ellis, that smells really good.  Can we have some?"

"No," I said.  "These cupcakes are for the party tomorrow."

They gave me sad faces.  I felt kind of bad, because I know how hard it is to be a kid and smell baking, and not get a sample.  Maybe if they're good, I can spare a few cupcakes, I thought.

I went about my business.

About twenty minutes later, I went to check on the kids.  They were in the loft with hermit crabs crawling all over them.  And do you know what else?  There were cupcake crumbs all over the floor. 

Uh oh.

"Kids," I said.  "What's going on here?"

They gave me the guilty look. 

"But they looked so good, we couldn't resist," they said.

I shook my head and got the vacuum.  "Glad you enjoyed them.  Now you can clean up the crumbs."

Hee hee. 

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