it started mid-morning down at the farmers market, where he found a stall selling miniature cupcakes and contentedly traded his two dollar coin for one. then sat studying it for ten minutes before announcing 'this ones good mama', striking his arm up in the air.
it continued at an afternoon party for his friend pablo, whose lovely ma had made the handsome-est of all cakes. so he settled in the shade, fork in fist, and munched away. maybe we will start a tradition of making sunday cc's cake day.