I knew eventually that I would have to watch what I say around Willa. That she would start aping every word that came out of our mouths.
Swear words were the obvious ones on the list of what not to say around a two year old. But there was one word that I didn't expect. That four-letter, c-word... cake.
Willa loves cake. I mean LOVES cake. This became obvious one particular Saturday a few weeks ago.
I woke her up from her nap to get ready for a birthday party for a friend's two-year-old son. She was cranky and not cooperating with my requests to change her diaper and clothes. So I decided to bribe her with the promise of birthday cake.
She heard the word cake and then would not let go of it for the next couple hours.
Not while we all finished getting ready to go to the party.
Not during the drive to the party.
Not when we got to the party.
We tried to distract her with other things...
Willa, do you want to play on the playground?
Willa, do you want to play with your cousin Lily?
Willa, do you want to eat a hot dog?
No. Cake. (Though Cheetos were an acceptable alternative.)
Willa, let's watch him open presents.
She was singularly focused and was not to be deterred from her goal of getting some cake. At one point as we drove to the party and she kept asking for cake, John looked at me and said he hoped there would be cake or we were going to be in trouble.
Cake can even be demanded at breakfast though at that point she usually means of the flat and pan variety.
Now if anyone mentions cake around her, they better be prepared to fulfill the promise, no matter how obscure, or they're going to find themselves with a new two-year-old member of their family.