Chocolate Stains

Franny was invited to a birthday party for the daughter of some friends of ours. It was scheduled for the middle of the day when Franny is usually in school, but I thought it would be a good idea to pull her out and the school agreed that it would be a good opportunity for her.

From the moment we got there, Franny had her eye on the chocolate cupcakes with fudge-y frosting and sprinkles. It was quite a feat keeping her away from them until after we sang "Happy Birthday" but I managed somehow. I handed her a cupcake and asked her to come and eat it by me- I knew there would be some wiping of hands on clothes and she was wearing her cute Gymboree outfit from grandma. It may come as quite a shock, but the domestic goddess is actually quite inept when it comes to stain removal. Anyway, she took the cupcake out of my hands (rather greedily, I might add, and I think it was even accompanied with a "let go" which she recently learned at school) and ran off to sit with the other girls on a blanket that was spread out.

I couldn't have been happier. In fact, I jumped up and took this picture so I could tell Bobby and all of you about it later. It's great to see all of the improvement in her social skills. I'll take progress anyway I can get it and if that means fiercely scrubbing stains out with Shout, Oxy-clean, or Clorox, or worse: accepting defeat and living with chocolate stains... [sigh].... then so be it.