is the reason for having a baking party
and because I love listening to Paul’s observations:
“looks a little like yogurt”
“hey, it’s sticky like bubble gum”
“goodnight” as he tucks them into the oven
while we wait for them to bake he insists I sit on the couch and order from his restaurant- he made me some delicious tea and then told me that I could have free refills since there were no french fries with ketchup being served today
and then the admiring “I love cupcakes. I love sprinkles. I love doing this. I love eating them.”
Here is my real cupcake
so sweet!
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