Friends of ours had a big Halloween party at their house this afternoon, complete with a giant inflatable slide for the kids, a crazy haunted house in the basement (the husband is a movie cameraman--the behind-the-scenes tour was scary enough for me!), a costume contest, and a cake walk. Guests were asked to bring a treat for the cake walk and I baked a caramel apple cake. Thing One saw it cooling on the counter last night when he came home from the dance and was *very* annoyed that it was for the party and not our family.
Not to be deterred, he entered the cake walk at the party, and when he won the chance to choose from a table that was absolutely groaning with treats of every sort, he picked my cake and proudly carried it back to our car! One determined boy right there...cracked me up.