Tonight Kameron was insisting on crepes for dinner. Not dinner crepes with chicken, but breakfast crepes. I thought it was a great idea. So out came the pans, applesauce and cinnamon sugar. As I was working so hard on cooking the crepe just right I didn't realize that The Great Kambino was working hard on his own project. As I turned to serve dinner, I found a plate with a crepe heaping with applesauce and a mountain of cinnamon sugar on top. His face was so intent on rolling it up just right that I couldn't help but smile. Then, to my surprise, Kambino turns and said, "Hey Mom, I made you dinner just the way you like it, are you surprised?"
Oh boy was I ever. It reminded me of when I was little and I had a stack of little helper coupons that were called "Little Pixie's." The point was to do an act of service without anyone knowing and leave a pixie card in it's place. (My signature trademark) I used to pull the shoes out of my parents closet and match them up by their bed (even though they were perfectly fine matched up in the closet) and leave a pixie card. Or there was a time when I poured eight glasses of milk and set them out on the counter just in case my parents or one of my siblings were thirsty. It didn't matter that they were not due to be home for a few more hours, the milk would wait perfectly fine on the counter. (GAG!) In short, my parents probably had the same smile on their face when I made them choke down room temperature milk. So I picked up my fork, gave him a warm embrace and dug into my mountain of cinnamon sugar. With sugar all over my lips I leaned over and gave him a "sweet" kiss.
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