I took the kids for a lovely walk today. The air was bracing and everywhere we looked there were glittering star bursts of sunshine on melting snow. We went to the local bakery. A small, busy establishment packed full of colorful pastries, varied and delicious enough to make a diabetic weep.
My baby boy the Pumpkin Man started fussing in his carriage. I think the sight and smell of the cakes and pies and pizzas and cannoli assaulted his poor senses until he could no longer stand it. I know how he feels. His older sister, only 2 and 2/3 mind you, walked over to him and smiled and began to sing in a quiet lilting voice. He met her gaze and grinned and became calm.
When I was finished with my purchases, I bent close to make sure they were secure and ready to head home. This is what I heard my daughter sing: "Big Pimpin', Spendin' Cheese . . . "