I'm not sure if I mentioned before that my dear friend Lob has two adorable children. Since I am her favorite friend, she let me name them, and they are Oliver (2 ½) and Oscar (1/2).
This past weekend Lob had the privilege (lost a bet with her husband) to accompany Oliver to a pirates and princesses themed birthday party! (So, the idea was that when the kids arrived, they were given pirate props if they were a boy, and dressed like a princess if they were a girl. Lob told me that one girl didn't want to be a princess, she wanted to be a pirate… and they wouldn't let her! Can you believe that?! What if no one had pinned a red dish towel to the shoulders of young Jennifer's Superman pajamas, so that she could fly around the house stopping crime just because she was a girl? Without that encouragement and support, I might not have become the raging success I am today.)
Anyway… where was I… Yes, Lob took Oliver, and Oliver didn't want any part of the party. Any part but one… can you guess what that was? He didn't want to be a pirate. He didn't want to talk or play. He didn't want to sing "Happy Birthday" – in fact, he didn't want anyone to sing Happy Birthday. What he wanted was food. Especially food that consisted of cake.
So while everyone else was doing little people birthday party things, he was eyeing the finger food that had been laid out for the adults, and yelling, "FOOD! HUNGRY!WANT FOOD! EAT!"
When the cake was announced, he sprinted away from Lob, and got a front row seat. And when his time for cake came, he was asked, "Would you like a piece of cake, or a cupcake?", and brilliant little Oliver answered, "Cake. And cupcake."
She said, "No sweetie, pick one. Would you like cake? Or would you like a cupcake?"
Oliver: "Cake. And cupcake."
And I believe there was another round of this before Lob stepped in and took the cupcake, which he then attempted to insert into his mouth all at once.
Now, given that his mother is a woman who will look for any excuse to buy herself a grocery store sheet cake (which perhaps is encouraged by myself – they are delicious!), that her biggest dream for her own wedding (other than acting out the final scene of "Dirty Dancing", starting with "Nobody puts Baby in the corner") was having her very own grocery store birthday cake in a back room that no one but she would be allowed to eat? Given what I know of her, I think that he is indeed his mother's son.
Oh – Lob? It might not be a good idea to let Mr. Lob read this. Mr. Lob, if you are already reading this, it's totally not her fault – I don't know where he gets it from. Also, we should find a name for you other than "Mr. Lob".
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I must say I was so proud of little Oliver. He ate the cupcake with such gusto. I guess I should not have explained what a cupcake is by calling it a "bite-sized cake." He really did try to take it all in one bite. Purple icing and all. Icing up the nose did not even deter him. It was marvelous.
You may ask why I went 5 rounds with little Oliver with the "cake or cupcake" back and forth. I'll tell you why. I was hoping the woman serving the cake would make it stop by giving him both. That way, while Oliver was eating one, I would eat the other. Will somebody explain to me why these people don't offer the parents cake or a cupcake? I know the party is for the kids, but if I am forced to be there, shouldn't I get something? And that cake looked so good, too. And I hear it is a faux pas at a 3rd birthday to ask where the bar is. No cake and no adult beverages. And trust me, when you are spending 2 hours around a bunch of 2 and 3 years olds dressed up as pirates and princesses (and the little boys have swords which they like to hit people with), you really do need a drink. That may have been the last birthday party for me for awhile. Unless the theme is "Cake and Margaritas," Mr. Lob is going to the next party.
And I like the name "Mr. Lob." I took his last name in real life, so he can take my name in blog world.
Wait... the parents don't get to eat any cake?! Really?? What the
hell?! I'm glad I've been forwarned of this, bc if I ever go to a kid's bday party, you better believe I'd be all hyped up about it. And then to not be served cake? I'd sulk the rest of the day.
I nominate you and Blay to start a cake for adults revolution. (I would offer to help, but if I went to little kids' bithday parties, it would be considered creepy. The future is in your hands. Do it for all of
us.)
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