Let Them Eat Cupcakes

About ninety minutes ago, the kids and I were playing in the sandbox as the evening slugged along. We pretended to make a birthday cake for Johnny (his birthday is in eleven days) and then for Grace (who turns six in one month). All of a sudden I got a wild hair up my you-know-what and asked the kids if they wanted to make real cupcakes. From scratch. So without even wiping all the sand off our feet, we ran into the kitchen, washed our hands, donned our aprons and began whipping up yellow cupcakes with chocolate icing. From scratch. It didn't matter that we didn't have any confectioners sugar on hand (for the icing) or cream of tartar (for the batter). We improvised under my leadership and came out having fun and some damned-good cupcakes if I do saysomyself.