Josie decided she could flip the pancakes yesterday morning. She has figured out that the Windsor chair is the perfect perch from which to supervise cooking.
I had intended to let her help me make the birthday cake for today's party -- six layers in rainbow colors -- but by the time the butter was at the required room temperature, she was down for her nap. And by the time she was up again, the layers were assembled and lightly frosted. The hard part -- the decorating -- was yet to come and I needed to be alone for that.
After her nap, she decided to make Play-doh pancakes.
"I need the spatula," she insisted.
She's into verisimilitude -- she used a fork to poke little holes in the tops of the pancakes so it would be time to turn them.
When she'd returned home and after our dinner, I read the instructions on the cake decorating equipment again and girded my loins.
I've never decorated a cake, as such, but I had blithely told Claui I would make a rainbow cake for the party. And I figured that, along with the words Happy Birthday, Josie, there should be a rainbow. How hard can it be, I thought.
Turns out there's a good reason professional cake makers charge so much. And take classes to learn their trade.
But, as I told John, at least it looks sincere.
(I'll get a picture of the inside when it's cut, along with party pics as well.)