The Grade 3s at my school were baking today. They made a whole whack of cupcakes, complete with icing. There were plenty of cupcakes for all, even specialist teachers like me who don’t have their own classes.
Now, normally, I will graciously accept any and all food offerings from the kids. I mean, I don’t have to actually eat whatever it is right in front of the kids, but I do think it’s polite to take what they are proffering. They’re sharing, after all, and we teachers, as influential adults in a kid’s life, need to promote that.
But I don’t know about these particular cupcakes. They just didn’t look that appetizing, even for cupcakes made by eight-year-olds. But I did take the cupcake that Becky brought to me.
“I had a little trouble with the icing,” she confessed.
(But I did eat the cupcake later, white poo icing and all. And it really did taste good! So Becky, you’ve made a good start to this baking business. You just need to work on the presentation … just a wee bit.)