The Little’s school had a Fete today. I am in Somerset, but the Husb took them along.
One of the activities was a bake off competition. The Girl was desperate to take part and baked a multi-coloured cake, herself. Then spent a long evening decorating it, herself.
Unfortunately, in the midst of the chaos that is home life at the moment, I didn’t read the categories properly.
Categories were something along the lines of (no, I still haven’t read them properly) fruit or veg cake, fruit or veg bread, or a victoria sponge. She made a madeira cake…
The Husb texted me when they got home from the fete to say that the Girl hadn’t done so well and was quite upset.
I phoned her, and her response to me asking how she’d done was simple, and broke my heart.
“There didn’t seem to be a category for me mummy”.
I will never ever not check the categories again.