We had just finished serving the cake & ice cream, and I had asked Bennett to sit on the ground by the bouncer that you can see in this picture.
I thought it was a pretty good out-of-the-way type spot to sit. And it was close enough to me (serving cake & ice cream at the table) that I could keep and eye on him/hear him if he needed anything.
Well, I just finished serving everything & took a step back.
Right into Bennett's freshly served birthday cake & ice cream.
We're talking middle of the plate, my friends. Not a piece of food was spared from mom's stomp-print. You would have thought the world was ending. Many of you know that Bennett is a bit sensitive. Well having his birthday cake and ice cream squashed right in front of him by his own mother as he obediently sat where I asked him to eat just about ripped his heart and soul in two (ok, I'll admit, I might have cried too if my mother did the same).
Luckily (luckily) there was 1 piece of chocolate train cake left, and some more ice cream. Phew. I wouldn't go so far as to say crisis averted, but it did make the tears stop.....eventually....
Mother of the Year, folks. MotY.