My grandfather (Claire's great grandfather) just celebrated his 75th birthday. Happy Birthday, Grandy! To celebrate, we all gathered at my grandparents house for food, fun, and some great family time. Claire was excited to find out that we were going to be celebrating a birthday because she is well aware that birthday means cake. She was on the look out for a tasty treat from the moment we arrived.
After dinner, my grandmother and aunt set out the cake with candles and began arranging the cake table with supplies. While they were still getting everything ready, someone spotted Claire tasting the cake. It started out innocently enough. She used the tip of her finger to rub off a little icing from the bottom corner. Some onlookers (I was not in the room at the time) thought it was cute so they didn't stop her. As she realized no one intended to punish her for her crime, she did what most small-time thieves do... she escalated.
The tip of her finger soon turned into a pincer grasp as she tore small chunks of icing and cake from the side. When she discovered that her behavior had drawn smiling photographers instead of corrections, she grew bolder still. She reached into the cake with her entire hand and enjoyed a rather large chunk of birthday cake bliss for her efforts. At this point, someone told me to come see what Claire was doing.
Everyone, including the birthday boy, was laughing and taking pictures while Claire continued to enjoy increasingly generous helpings of my grandfather's birthday cake. Then, she looked straight into my eyes and... requested a spoon.
So what did we do? Tell her to stop digging into someone else's 75th birthday cake? Explain that the cake was for everyone and taste test time was over? No, not at my grandparents house. There was only one thing to do...
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