Neither Milo, nor I, could dream of anything else yesterday. Today, a less exquisite desert is chilling in our refrigerator, Orange Jell-O. The toddler wins again.
I don’t mind really. Happily, I won’t be spending time crying over failed macaroons. Instead, I get to watch the jiggly-wiggly, fun for all ages, dessert put a gigantic smile on my son’s face. Everyone wins!