Yesterday was Ian's in-school birthday celebration (kids with Summer birthdays get assigned a day) and I was fully prepared to make him our standard Mexican Chocolate Cupcakes with a number "6" stenciled on the top in powdered sugar: delicious cake, nice minimalist presentation, easy clean up with no frosting all over the faces of small consumers.
But I was quickly corrected and given my orders by the taller of my little dictators who felt so strongly about the appropriate decoration for a birthday cupcake that he asked for colored pencils and (this from a kid who hates art class) he drew what the cupcake should look like.
And so I had to bury these little beauties:You may notice that I was a little skimpy with the sweetened Crisco/canned frosting (yes, I offered to make homemade butter cream and yes, I was firmly rejected). Small victory.
The one heartening thing to which I am clinging right now is that Ian still isn't hung up on gender roles and specifically asked for pink numbers on the top.