It had to go and end. 🙁
Soccer is over for my little guy. I really looked forward to my Saturdays when I could watch him run beside the ball. (No, not in front of it). But he was so darn cute out there. We had a great first year of soccer and to celebrate the end, the boys needed a treat to go along with their shiny medal.
They named themselves the “blue sharks” at the beginning of the season. And since I was totally over the shark cookies, I thought I’d try to make shark pops!
For a minute, I thought I was a sculptor. After my recent pop successes I thought I could conquer the pop world! So when my cake was soft, I made these. Then chilled them. Then put the sticks in and chilled them some more.
Then I started dipping. And I looked at them. And I thought… hmmmm.
Why do these look like fish?
My hubs pointed out that they were missing the fins on the sides.
Gahhh! Darn pectoral fins! No wonder!
I started to disassemble them when my husband made me stop. It was really late and he insisted I sleep instead of correct my sharks’ anatomy. It was all I could do to heed his reasonable advice.
It was bugging me so bad! I know they are 4 year old boys, but when it comes to my food sometimes, I get a little bit of the perfectionism bug. The part of me that picks apart every flaw. That nagging, disabling, perfectionism.
The boys loved their treats for the 2 seconds before they were in their stomachs. I realized it didn’t matter. Until I looked at the pictures. It’s bugging me again!
But in an effort to ditch my tendencies and accept my mistakes, I am sharing my
“pectoral fin-less, wannabe shark pops” with you.