Sunday, February 28, 2010
Happy birthday, Pink Daughter!
I made that cake myself, to Pink Daughter's specification. She's five years old now, and specifies quite specifically.
"What is the secret of your success with children?" people ask me. "How do you manage to make charming tutus out of Emma Bridgewater dishcloths and yet meet your work deadlines? How do you keep your house so tidy, your icing fairly crumb-free, and how do you finance your imaginary Maserati? Must you rush to the Opera so soon?"
"Ah," I reply smugly, "it is simply that whenever I move from room to room in my house, I carry something back to where it belongs."
In fact, no one has ever asked me any of these questions. I guess they just don't care.