Mark and Marguerite's birthdays are in September, so I'm trying out cake recipes to see which ones will serve well for their birthday cakes. Yesterday, Marguerite and I got to work on a simple vanilla cake with orange vanilla frosting. She stirred and beat, as well as greased the cake pan. Fortunately, she was already off elsewhere when it was time to frost the cake. It turned out okay, although my sister said she preferred the cake spongier. It was a hit with Marguerite though. I gave her a small piece, the frosting of which she promptly polished off, her little index finger making various inroads on the surface of the cake. She did eat the cake itself as well, but not before she went on a sugar-induced frenzy, running through the house, screaming this song that she made up (about vegetables too - the irony, huh?). That went on in full force for a solid hour, with further bursts of "aftershocks" afterward, lol. I finally got her settled down at 9:30. We had said our prayers and I had read her three books before I turned out the light. With just the night light on, Marguerite kept on calling out titles of books she wanted me to read to her. I told her it was already too dark and I'd just tell her a story. I began to narrate the story of Goldilocks but she interrupted me right at the beginning and began to tell her own made-up story (about bears too, but it was pretty hard to figure out what was going on in that story). She fell asleep doing that. Ah, sugar - a true force to be reckoned with.