snapshot: no fries

We're going to both a birthday party and a twin-club potluck tomorrow, so I decided to make some gluten-free cupcakes so we'd be sure the boys won't feel deprived. I was all set to make them from scratch, but when I got home from work I discovered that not one but two sample packs of GF foods had arrived. Among the new goodies was a box of yellow cake mix, which I figured would make the process even easier. The cake was a bust and I'll make some from scratch in the morning, but that's not what amused me.

The kids were gleefully snacking on all the new treats, but at some point I told them they couldn't have any more because I wanted them to be hungry for dinner. Bobby asked for cupcakes and I replied that we needed to eat something a little healthier. Soup, I said. He thought for a minute and declared that no, we should have cupcakes and fries for dinner. I demurred. Welll, we can have a cupcake after the soup.

After a bit of cheerful back-and forth on the question of soup vs. fries, Bobby placed his hands on either side of my face and leaned in close like the Latin lover in a movie. Nose to nose, gazing intently into my eyes, he murmured slowly and passionately: "You're not making soup for dinner. You're making cupcakes. And fries."

Maybe Jedi mind tricks only work if the target doesn't bust out laughing.