Since g'ma and g'pa Wisconsin didn't make it out for the actual day, we celebrated with a second cake and more presents which still did not attract Eddie's attention. G'ma chased him around the living room for a while trying to get him to open his present. This picture immediately above the text cracks me up--he has one hand on the wrapping paper and the other focused on his toys.
So you're looking at the pictures in reverse order. Eddie was waving his plate all around, then when we put a pice of cake on it, he dumped it squarely on the table. I don't know if it was the filling dinner, or what, but Eddie didn't seem (and still doesn't) interested in eating the cake. The rest of us thought it was plenty tasty. Got more milage out of the paper plates and hat I bought too.
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Since his maternal grand grandfather was a pastry chef who was trained in Cologne, Germany, it must simply take time for cake to become an acquired taste.
Or else he heard Uncle Andy's stories about working for great-grandpa in the kitchen and thought, "Man, that cake stuff just ain't worth it!"
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