L has always marched a bit to the beat of his own drum. It's a wonderful trait. I'm proud of how sure he always is.
If he decides he likes something, he doesn't need company. He isn't the least bit swayed by "but everybody..." persuasions. It's not that he's stubborn. He just absolutely, truly, in his heart, does not care what other people think. Inspiring.
Recently, while reading the misadventures of an anthropomorphic cupcake [Bake Sale], he discovered a word so intriguing, so intoxicating, so beguiling and incredibly attractive that he knew he couldn't live without it for another day.
What was it? Who knew? Not him. But still, he had to have it.
As luck would have it, his K4 teacher arranged for him to bring a treat on the last day of school, since he has a summer birthday. Despite everybody who has ever had a birthday at school bringing cupcakes or a cake, he chose marzipan.
I had never made it or tasted it... or even seen it, but who was I to stand in the way of his dream. How hard could a few marzipan cats be, right?
While the marzipan turned out great (I think... remember I had never seen it before) we gave it a heroes try on a test run last weekend, but our attempts at animals came out looking like lumpy snowmen. We did some fast thinking and decided they were Olafs.
In the end, he brought his marzipan balls to school proudly and shared them at his end of the year program.