In honor of my golden birthday this weekend (28 on the 28th) the Munchkins and I are partying all week. It kicked off after school on Monday with “Cupfake Wars” 4 teams, 30 minutes…..victory, defeat, camera crew, an annoying host, and glitter, just like TV.
Call me a monster, but my favorite part of any craft time is when a little one is dissatisfied with their work. They walk over to me holding their subpar creation away from their body like it’s going to bite them, and look up at me with the saddest eye, like “how did this happen?” Today was no exception. This cupcake business is tougher than it looks and Lek just did not have the masters’ hands.
Another facet of human behavior that amuses me is when one member of the group is way more into the subject matter than is normal or expected. Like when Jared and Jay put the movie RV on repeat days or Corey asks if anyone else is excited about Banana Republic’s hundreth sale of the year. I’ll never understand their fascination but I love to watch the obsession in action. Cupfake Wars delivered on this front and found a real friend in Teoy.
With his ill suited King Kong hands and questionable eye for aesthetics, he was the first to get a team together and dive into the competition. First cook in the kitchen, last one out he was not up for any distractions. He declined to join F and Fanta when they went for crabsticks, he isolated all other team members and actually imposed a quarantine on his workspace towards the end there.
While my translation skills still are still in infancy, the Munchkins’ body language comes through loud and clear. I love to watch them go on a roller coaster of emotions trying to figure out what we are doing and if they are going to get to play or not.
Gin mai? (Can you eat it?) No. Exaggerated shoulder shrug. Can I have it? Yes. Day made.
“Teacha mot lao? (is the clay all gone?) Tap into reserve stash and add a 5th team. Day made.
Reach into a pink bag that holds the worlds greatest treasure, glitter. (Gasp) There are no words for glitter, eyes just widen to five times their normal size and get stuck like that. Week made.
When outlining the birthday plans for our number one benefactor Aunt Kayla she said, “I think you might have more fun than the kids.” Dear, sweet Aunt Kayla is correct. If for slightly different reasons, I always have the most fun, no mights about it.