A true test of my mothering resolve

Today, Drake and I had a conversation about his upcoming birthday.  On Friday, he turns the big 0-4.  On Sunday afternoon, my family is coming over to celebrate.  (My niece is competing in State for wrestling on Friday and Saturday.)  I asked Drake what type of dessert he wanted and gave him some choices.  He said, "Cake!" which is really unusual since he is not a fan of cake.  Okey dokey.  I asked him if he would like the cake to be in a special shape.  "Ummm... a triangle!"  I don't think they make triangle shaped cake pans, but what do I know.  Off to Joann's we went.

The answer is no, no triangle shaped cake pans (at least, not at Joann's).  I took the boys to the cake decorating aisle.  I let Drake pick out a shaped pan.  He picked a guitar.  He even passed up the Lightning McQueen pan (which I am secretly happy about-- so much work involved).  OK, one guitar cake.  He's never played one, never really shown any interest. 

"Drake, what color would you like your cake to be?  They have red, blue, purple, green, pink, brown..."
"Pink!"
"Pink?"
"Yes, Mommy, pink."
"Are you sure you want pink?"
"Yes."
*sigh* "Pink it is."

As a girl, I am not a fan of pink.  I rarely wear it, and when I do, it is usually in the context of breast cancer awareness.  But now, my son is asking for something pink.  Before I was a parent, I swore I wouldn't impose gender roles on my children.  *snort*  Have you seen this house?  Cars and trains and frogs and dragons and monster trucks.  They do have a play house and aprons and lots of crafty supplies, but mostly boy stuff.  If Drake was a girl asking for a blue dump truck shaped cake, I wouldn't bat an eyelash.  I guess there will be plenty of time later in life for Drake to be aware of what is standard for male and females.  I should just honor his wishes and make the damn cake pink. 

I did buy some green icing, just in case he changes his mind.  He is, after all, going to be 4.  He's been known to change his mind within 30 seconds.