The frosting was lopsided, but Evelyn clapped her hands like it was the best thing she’d ever seen.
“It’s lovely, Mommy!” she exclaimed, bouncing on her toes. “Can I put the sprinkles on now?”
“Only if you promise not to eat half of them first, buttercup,” I said, already knowing I’d let her do so anyway.
“It’s lovely, Mommy!”
“Promise,” she said, grinning from ear to ear.
