Last night I got banished to my room for a good chunk of the night. I kept getting questions from downstairs, though, like, “What’s the difference between baking powder and baking soda?” and “Do we have any shortening?” (I only use shortening for pie crusts and I’m stingy with it. Everything else gets butter only). I finally went downstairs for a moment and they had a box of blueberry muffin mix on the counter. I asked what they were doing and they said they were making muffins. I paused for a second and said, “Um, you don’t need to add that stuff to a mix you know, right?” Chloe didn’t miss a beat, but said, “Oh, but these are EPIC muffins!”

They did make muffins, but they also make this strawberry cake and we served it up late tonight after our normal Tuesday activities had finally come to an end. And it was fantastic.

So it’s official. I’m 40. Funny, though, it feels an awful lot like 39.