Price of the pan

Will, being at the picky stage of childhood in which he lives only on peanut butter sandwiches, cereal, and blueberry muffins, wouldn’t eat much of anything at dinner today. So I don’t know why it surprised me after his nap when he woke up hungry that he strolled into the kitchen, hiked himself up onto one of the counter stools, broke one of the four corner trees off the castle cake, and then wandered back into the living room chowing down on this huge chunk of cake. That’s worth the price of the pan alone.