Last night my doorbell rang. I was still being antisocial so the husband answered it under strict (but unspoken) orders that if it was for me I wasn't home. I'm friendly like that.
This is what he found.
Cake. That's what that is. And a sweet note. It reads:
Sorry to hear about your horrible, awful, four letter word day. You know, cake is a four letter word too!
Why yes anonymous keeper of my sanity, cake is a four letter word. Whoever you are I love you, I worship you and I want to be a thoughtful as you when I grow up.
Oh and if you're wondering how a 2 1/2 year old gets an almost 30 year old woman banned from the gym, well all he has to do is bite someone. Yep, that's my kid, the biter.
I feel awesome about my parenting skills right now. Once again I have proven the theory that as soon as you start to feel confident about your abilities as the guide to the next generation you will be shot down and reminded of your cluelessness. Yay me.