Yeah...I know it's supposed to be Jack Horner...but work with me here.
Unbeknownst to us, our Jake is a pie lover. Who knew?
The girls and I made pumpkin pies on Wednesday and Jake was transfixed. He watched them bake. He smelled the fabulous aroma
{that sadly his mama missed out on due to the head cold of the century}.
He watched them be removed from the oven and immediately wanted a piece. No amount of explanation could get it through his now pumpkin pie-fogged head that the pie was for Thanksgiving.
Later, he fell asleep in the car and when we woke him up, his first words were, "Did we bring da pie hewe?"
Um...no, Jake. We don't drive around town with pie in the car.
So imagine his delight when he awoke Thanksgiving morning! It was time for pie!
Or not.
He asked no less than 4 billion times when he would be getting pie. {that is only a slight exaggeration}
Finally....the pesky turkey, dressing, potatoes, broccoli, and rolls were consumed and it was time for P.I.E!
"Bwing it on!"
"No. Really. Where's da pie?"
"Is dis for weal or am I dweaming?"
"Oh yeah. Dat's what I'm tawkin' 'bout."
"See dis and weep, Doey!"
"Watch and learn, Doey."
"Ohhh...dat was so yummy. Can I have more?"
'No Jake, you may not have any more pie today.'
"Eeuhhhhh. But there is one more piece. I see it. I want it."
Just then he accidentally marked his territory by sneezing on it. A direct hit.
Repulsed, we told everyone that we reserved that piece for Jake and that if anyone wanted pie, they were advised to choose from the other one, still remaining.
Equally repulsed, the other children quickly spread the word about the defiled piece of pie.
Later that evening, I noticed it was missing. Jake was in bed so he couldn't be the culprit.
Apparently, the teenager didn't get the memo.
Should we tell him? It could ruin his day.
{Incidentally, Jake was quite bummed when he came downstairs this morning and asked for his piece of pie for breakfast.}
