veg4sister
Not one for playing second fiddle to the Big Thinker, Cakes has never been afraid to let us know exactly how she feels. Whether through art or facial expressions, such as the above image taken at the ornery age of one, she always conveys a very clear and concise message. The message here is "I am pissed that my hair has only grown this much in twelve months and everyone at this restaurant thinks I am a boy."
It takes me back to 1984 when I was chased into the restroom at a cafe in North Carolina. Having an 18 yr old waitress yelling "The boy's bathroom is at the end of the hall ", really damaged my self esteem- for about 10 minutes. I guess that hillbilly had never seen a 5' 9" fourteen year old girl with a crewcut she had gotten earlier that month at this hair joint in NYC. Yes, Bitch. I sit down to pee.
So, I truly feel Cakes pain when I look at that picture. It takes a special kinda gal to be able to sport so little hair.
She was talking in full sentences by her first birthday and barking out orders shortly thereafter. Honestly, this wee little one runs the veg4fam house. Silly me thought I could make some banana bread back in the day, without supervision from an 18 month old. When I heard the chair being dragged across the kitchen floor behind me, I chose to ignore it. When I finally turned around I was greeted by non other than General Cakes who took it upon herself to preside over the baking.
Fast forward from 2002 to the present month.
I've been patiently attempting to teach Cakes the art of writing her name. My chosen classroom is the driveway and my writing tool, a chunk of sidewalk chalk. Over and over again I explain to this thick headed three year old exactly how to form the letters on the pavement. After an exceptionally exhausting lesson I walked over to refill the bird feeder. Upon my return I was greeted by my little PIcasso's picture.
"See, dis is Daddy and dis is you Mommy!"
"Ohh, Cakes- is Daddy smiling?"
"No him's mad and is grumblin' and you are like EEEE and want to run away"
Who cares if this girl never learns to write her name. I can't have her airing our dirty laundry out there in the driveway. So I did what any decent mother would do... I threatened to shave her head if she ever did it again.
I love it! Glad you decided to post it to the world, too. ;)
Posted by: Averyl | January 17, 2005 at 12:03 PM
Well thank goodness the depiction was that of a spat.
I would hate to see Mommy and Daddy doing other things on the sidewalk...
Posted by: Food Whore | January 17, 2005 at 12:33 PM
Ha, ha... This adorable little cupcake might likely end up being our Commander in Chief in about 40 or so years. I do believe I might vote for her... ~;^)
Posted by: thefoxymama | January 18, 2005 at 01:39 PM
She's gorgeous, even without the hair!
And what does it say when your toddler knows enough to wear a helmet while Mommy's baking?
Posted by: Barb | January 18, 2005 at 11:40 PM