Teenagers spend a lot of time in their bedrooms. Fact. Increasingly I am having to invent reasons for them to emerge from their lair. And getting them to spend time with me? Nigh on impossible without a bit of creativity.
With The Boy’s birthday coming up, I saw an opportunity and went in for the kill….
“Do you fancy helping me decorate your brother’s birthday cake this week? You’re much better at that kind of thing than me.” (See what I did there?)
To my surprise, The Teenager jumped at the opportunity (it’s all in the delivery, clearly….and possibly the full moon – who knows?). We proceeded to discuss (and dismiss) various ideas, eventually plumping for a football pitch with players made out of fondant icing. It wasn’t long before The Drama Queen caught on to our ruse and offered to bake the actual cake. Perfect….I think? As with most things at the moment, this could go either way.
Once The Teenager had declared her people-making skills “stupid” and “rubbish”, choosing instead to create some green concoction also know as grass, her sister stepped in to rescue me from what was looking to be a very long (and sticky) night. After two hours of sifting, stirring, beating and creating, we had ourselves an imperfect masterpiece.
It was definitely no Mary Berry Tennis Cake and the less said about the superglue on the worktop the better (don’t ask) but as I reiterated to the girls, it was the thought that counted. The Boy was chuffed to bits and we even wheeled it out again the next day for the OH’s birthday – well dads love football too don’t they?