Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Cupcake Walk of Shame
I was trying to keep a straight face as I observed what seems to have become a ritual around these parts- the "Cupcake Walk of Shame." I know I should have been embarrassed or at least a little angry with him, especially since this is one of about a half dozen "Walks of Shame" over the past year and the second for this day alone. But I couldn't help but think how adorable he looked as he shuffled up to the door with a plate of cupcakes in hand and gave a couple quick knocks with his tiny little fist on the door of his primary teacher.
*Door opens. Insert awkward silence*
Me: "Luke, what do you have to say to Sister So-and-so?"
Me: "What was that? I don't think she heard you."
Luke: "I said 'sorry-ugh'!" as he thrusts the plate of cupcakes forward with his chin tucked into his shoulder.
Me: "For what?"
Luke: "For being mean-ugh!"
Sister So-and-So: "Oh, Luke! You didn't need to apologize, but thank you for coming over! May I have a hug?"
Batting his butterfly eyelashes he tries to hide a pleased smile and leans in for a big bear hug and then takes off at full speed jabbering about Legos and his sister with the crazy hair "who screams like a wild banshee."
One more reason, out of about 1,000, that motherhood is the most amusing job on earth.
And there's your random, pointless anecdote for the day.
Posted by Rita