Isaac has always had a fine-tuned sugar radar, and when we told him we would eat 'Grandma Linda's' birthday cake after dinner, he made sure to keep that on the forefront of his mind. He didn't want to say the blessing on the food, but wanted to help Ryan. So I prompted Isaac during the blessing. In turn, he'prompted' Ryan. It was verbatim- until we asked Heavenly Father to 'bless the food'. Isaac responded with, 'please bless the cake'. I thought I would try again by naming a specific item on the table, 'please bless the bread', but he couldn't be broken, as he repeated, 'please bless the cake'.
He got his cake, but all he stuffed in his mouth was thick, white frosting.
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