Yesterday was Farfar's birthday, so Troy wanted to make him a cake. I pulled got the Betty Crocker box ready and put out the ingredients. He mixed everything together and then he had an accident and droped the bowl on the floor. I asked him what he was up to, and mumbled somehting about him not usually being clumsy like that. I am not sure excactly what I said, but when I was done cleaning I realised Troy was gone. I found him in the living room looking really sad. I asked him if was going to come finish making the cake. He looks at me with really sad eyes and said; But you said I am not really good at it.
That made me feel like a really horrible mother. I spent some time telling him how fantastic I think he is, and that even though he had an accident he could make cup cakes from the batter we had left. Definitely not getting a mother of the year award after yesterday.
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