Trouble

I feel kinda bad for Josh. Being my first child, he gets to experience all of the growing I am doing as a parent. And since I have already gone through his various stages, Eva gets the good end of the deal, since I have learned to mellow out about 2-year-old quirkiness.

Yesterday, I made cupcakes for Eva's early birthday party, and put them on top of the microwave to keep them safe from Joshua's wandering hands, and plopped myself on my bed for some early-afternoon reading.

Twenty minutes went by, and Joshua wandered into my room with a big, cheesy grin on his face. I knew something was up.

"What did you do?" I asked warily.

He smiled bigger.

"Nothing..."

I started to get crabby.

"WHAT did you DO?"

Again, he grinned.

"Nothing..."

I took his face between my hands and said, a little too loudly,

"WHAT DID YOU DO????!!!"

He began to cry and managed to eek out,

"I didn't lick anything!"

Oh boy...

Unfortunately, a freshly-baked, naked cupcake can give no tell-tale signs it has been violated. I glanced at the cupcakes, and gave it up for lost. At least he didn't peel the tops off of them like LAST year. In both cases, it was my fault for leaving such a temptation within 500 square miles of Joshua.

So, for those of you, my dear family, who came to our little party, one of you (or maybe ALL of you) may have swapped some spit with Josh, unknowingly. Hehehehe...Hey, at least he isn't sick!