Cupcake Candor

I often wish I had the candor of a three year old.  Speaking my opinion with total honesty.  It probably feels pretty damn good to get it all out, letting 'em know just how you see it...that is until you're on the receiving end of a three year old's compete candor.

We had prepared the cute little cupcakes for her 3rd birthday cake and ice cream session with the neighbors.  She picked lovely yellow cupcakes with yummy chocolate frosting.  The finishing touch would be pink and white frosted animal crackers.  How lovely.

Willa was very interested in putting the animal crackers on the cupcakes by herself.  I thought she needed instruction, so I did one for her and explained, "just put the crackers on like this, stick the bottom in and then they'll stand up a little."  She just looked at me and replied, "I do it how I want."    

Willa proceeded with putting the crackers on how she wanted, with them lying flat in the frosting on their little animal backs.  It was fine.  She's three and it's her party and this is not going to matter.  We finished the cupcakes, lined them up all nice on the cakestand, and then set them on the table to wait for the party.  I thought they looked great!  Wonder what Willa thought? 

"So, Willa, what do you think?"
"I think your guy looks like a moron.  Mine are all nice." 

Candor.  If you don't want the truth, then don't ask! 

yes your highness

One morning, just days before her 3rd birthday,

Willa and I had the following exchange...What would you like for breakfast?


I wanna root beer float.


That's not breakfast food, choose something else.


I wanna cookie and chocolate.


No.  You need to put something good for you in your belly.

A silent pause coupled with this look.

I now know that this was not a look.

It was a warning.

Can I have oatmeal?

Yes.  Oatmeal is a great choice.

Yes it is, your high-ny ass.

My turn to take a silent pause.  I'm a seasoned mom and very careful

not to show my certain surprise or possible concern

over her choice of words.

There's no way she said that intentionally.

I will let it go and I will not laugh.

OK.  Will you please get the oatmeal?

Yes, your high-ny ass.

Completely intentional.

I laughed and she had her oatmeal.