On Thursday, I made a cheesecake. I'm not sure that the kids have ever witnessed me making a dessert that resembles a pie. When Jafta saw what I was doing, he begged me . . . I mean BEGGED ME . . . to throw it in someone's face. He was sure that this would be the funniest and coolest thing that could ever happened. He even volunteered to be the recipient of this pie-throwing.
I thought his idea was amusing - but this particular cheesecake was pretty tastey and I didn't really feel like wasting all that hard work. Still, he talked about the pie-throwing idea all day long.
On Friday we joined Mark's parents for another Thanksgiving feast. There were several pies involved. Again, Jafta pleaded for one of them to be thrown in someone's face.
After we had spent the evening gorging ourselves on various pies, there were several empty pie tins, and a couple cans of Redi-Whip. I knew what I had to do.
I filled a pie tin with whipped cream and called Jafta into the room.
He took one look and without saying a word, he ripped his shirt off and started doing his little hopping dance that he does when he's really, really excited.
And the rest, my friends, was pure five-year-old magic.
Amidst the chanting of his family, Jafta got the pie in his face that he had always dreamed of. It was a triumphant moment for him. I think it might just be a new Thanksgiving tradition.