The Baby Cakes just turned four last Wednesday. In four short years, she has said so many hilarious things that I could have written a book by now. I’m sorry that I’m just now taking time to write them down. Even so better late than never. I’ll be back from time to time to update.
We’re driving in the car a few months ago, and we pass our veterinarian’s place. “What’s that?” says the Cakes.
Me: It’s Mo and Alice’s doctor. They call animal doctors ‘vets.’
Cakes: Vets? A vet?! I’ve never heard of such a thing!
Me: Yeah, well, you’re three. There’s a lot you’ve never heard of.
At the Movies
We’re sitting in the theater waiting for the movie to start. Baby Cakes looks at me and says, “I’ve been wanting to see this movie my whole life.” She just turned four.
In a Day’s Work
I work for the world’s largest premiere construction machinery company. When she and I are in the car and we see one of those famous yellow and black machines, the Cakes squeals at the top of her lungs, “Nana tractors!” With all of the construction on I-74 between Peoria and Morton, it can be non-stop. And the Cakes thinks I single-handedly built each and every one of them.
“Look there’s another one!! And it’s moving!” the Cakes squealed with delight after about the tenth machine. “Wow, Nana. You sure do have a lot of work!”
I’ve been wanting to read Proust my whole life. I’m 53. So, yeah: I get it.
She sounds like a wonderfully charming child. The other day I saw Despicable Me 2 in theaters and there was a young child who was very insistent that he was the first person in this theater to see the entire movie, as he saw things before other people. It made me laugh.