I scream for icing

Mom takes the lid off a tub of white fluff. She smears it on a cake.
Dad sticks a spoon in the tub. He scoops out a small mound and hands it to me. I lick the spoon.
And gasp.
Oh, this is so good.
More.
“No,” Mom says. “Wait until I am done.”
I join my hands by the tips [...]

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Let me eat cake

Mom pours white dust from a box into a bowl and adds one, two, three eggs and some water. Then she hits a button, which makes spoons, shaped like light bulbs, turn in the bowl. The spoons turn and mix until all is wet and there are no more lumps. Next she pours the wet [...]

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Day two as a big kid

I do not hang my coat and hat by the tot’s room at day care. I have a new shelf and a new hook to hold my things. My day care has made a new place just for me. Right by the two-year-old’s room.
So, it’s true. I am a big kid.

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First day as a big kid

Dad takes me to day care. But he does not take me to the small room for the small tots. No, he stops at the two-year-old room. And leaves me there.
Is this for real? Am I a big kid now?
All day long I think I will have to go back to the small room for [...]

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The crayon is mightier than the sword

I sneak up on Mom.
Pow.
I whack her with an orange crayon.
She grabs a green crayon and bops me back.
Dad jumps in the fray with both hands. A red crayon in one hand for Mom. Pow. A purple in the other for me. Pow.

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Top it off

I make such a mess when I eat yogurt that Mom makes me take off my shirt.
“Do you want some yogurt?” Mom asks.
Yes!
I rip off my top and run to the fridge.

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Mom is a sneak

I do not want to sit down in the bath tub.
But I start a slow twirl as Mom sings: “Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posie…”
We all know how that song ends.
No fair, Mom.

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