Mark made this neat cake on Tuesday, just for fun. Grace and Mark each had a small piece that night. (I ate the scraps from the star cut-out).

The next morning, Connor went downstairs while Grace and I watched TV in the bedroom for a while. He does that often and just putters around till we come down. He was down there maybe 15 minutes before Mark returned home and saw this:

Doesn’t he look proud of his accomplishment?