The Moose held up his glass at dinner and smiled his usual, "I am the King of the Five Year Olds" grin.
He commanded all of our attention through a series of grunts and continued grunting until even his kid brother was paying full and eager attention.
"Let's do a buttercake.", he announced.
The best way to describe our faces is to say this incredibly intelligent word: Heh?
Again, he repeated it. "Let's do a buttercake!"
He motioned with his glass that we should all raise up our cups and cling them together.
"Do you mean a toast?"
He thought for a moment. "Ah, yes.", he stated, "I knew it had something to do with butter."
This was two weeks ago. Since we have been doing frequent buttercakes at our family table.
A buttercake to you, Finn, for going three minutes without yelling "no" repeatedly just because you can.
A buttercake to you, Mussie, for only asking to quit our school lesson and watch TV five times today rather than the usual number.
A buttercake to you, Daddy, for transforming a once peaceful living room into a fully functioning train depot.
A buttercake to you, Mommy, for actually answering your phone today even though you have already misplaced it again.
And, a buttercake to you Guinevere for simply being alive.
A buttercake to you, dear reader, and many wishes for a blessed and peaceful new year.
