My 2 year old went into the pantry and grabbed a box of cake mix. He then came over, handed the box to me, and said:
JACK: Mommy, you want to make me a cake.
ME: Ummm, no, I actually don't want to make you a cake.
JACK: You WANT to make me a cake!
ME: No, I don't think I do.
JACK: You. Want. To. Make. Me. A. Cake.
I did not bake him one, but why do I feel like I actually do want to bake a cake out of my new cake book? I can't get the thought out of my head. Damn his jedi mind tricks! We are having a neighborhood potluck on Monday, so I'll probably bake one then.
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