Yesterday Jay tells me, 

"Mom, I'm want a cup a cake."

I didn't have any cake mix.

I had 3 extra kids.

The only store within walking distance was closed for the day.

So I tell this to Jay.

And he says,

"Mom, I'm really like a cup a cakes."

And I say, "I know son, but . . ."

(see above list of reasons)

And then Jay says,

"Mom, I'm a need a cup a cake."

So I pulled out a cook book and made him some from scratch.

 How could I not?