Me, Katie, and my Inflated Ego

My niece, Katie, had a birthday recently. She was excited to bring cupcakes to share with her first grade class.

Katie: "Can Aunt Anne make them, Mom?"

Melissa: "No, Katie. We don't need to bother Aunt Anne with that. I'm your mother. I will make the cupcakes."

Katie: "Well, then I guess I just won't take any."

After that hilarious bit of passive aggression was related to me, I said c'mon! Let me make them. Katie selected a coconut masterpiece from one of my cupcake books, but owing to the fact that we did not have a ginormous supply of ferrero raffaelo truffles to stack on each cake, I offered another coconut option. I told her about how my friend Danielle made toasted coconut birds' nest cupcakes for a baby shower she hosted. Katie was satisfied with the description, so after she went to bed I zipped over to their house to help Melissa put them together.

Please note: I used a cake mix (almost always do). Melissa made the frosting and frosted them. I watched the oven toast the coconut. I put the cadbury chocolate eggs on top (arduous, I know).

When Katie came down for breakfast in the morning she saw the tray of cupcakes ready to accompany her to school. Squealing with delight she exclaimed, "See Mom, not only do Aunt Anne's taste the best, they're also the prettiest!!"

Melissa said as Katie carried them into her classroom she was beaming with pride. As people made comments like "Nice cupcakes," she replied, "My aunt made them!"

{Melissa didn't want to burst her (or my) bubble, but Katie, if you are reading this, your mom did just as much as I did. And she is a pretty darn good cupcake maker, too!
Loves,

Aunt Anne}