The Story of a Cupcake

This is the pretty cupcake picture I shared on Facebook

We wanted to bake yesterday.  We found a yummy-sounding recipe we hadn’t tried before, and Everett, Tegan and I went to the store to pick up a couple of things we were missing.  We made the cupcakes, and they cooled while the kids rode around outside on their scooters.  We had a nice dinner, frosted the cupcakes, and snapped the above picture just before we dug in.

About four and a half minutes later, I followed up with this shot, taken seconds after Spencer dropped the cupcake carrier out of the fridge (although in his defense, Everett hadn’t put the top on properly)

This is the picture I didn’t share

And that’s the reason I don’t cry over spilled milk.  It just. happens. too. often.  Life is messy.  But the cupcakes were still good.  And the dog thoroughly enjoyed licking the floor afterwards.

The end.

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