This is how it really was when we made cupcakes. I let my son frost them, so he was standing on a chair at the kitchen counter with butter knife in hand. He had had a taste of the frosting so he knew he wanted more. He frosted the cupcakes (with a little help from mom) and we moved on to sprinkles. He followed directions perfectly, using his little fingers to pinch the sprinkles and drop them on the cupcakes. He announced that he was done and I looked over to check his work. He pointed out the one that he had deemed ‘his’, the one that was piled with sprinkles, while the others sat next to it, sparse. I laughed. And I let him eat the cupcake, he was so proud.
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