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diningwithdeb redvelvetcupcakes
 
 
Perfect Boy turned 8 years old this summer.  I can hardly stand it.  He’s such a sweet-natured, tender-hearted fellow that I just don’t won’t him to grow up so fast.  As long as he’s still his “Nana’s little boy” those precious qualities stand a much better chance of not being tarnished.  It breaks my heart to think that someone one day is going to do that.  And I can’t stop it.  I would if I could.  You know I would.
Grow up  he must in spite of me.  But he will do that with a gazillion prayers that his OoHoo (bet you haven’t heard that one before, have you?) and I will lift up for him.  Daily.  And often.
 
Part of his birthday celebration was this weekend with a couple of his best buds.  He wanted some time at the lake to play on the water toys and have a sleepover.  Well, you just know that’s exactly what he got.
 
Plus, and he was VERY specific about this, he wanted cupcakes.  Not just any cupcakes.  BIG cupcakes.  Some vanilla  because one buddy doesn’t like chocolate.  Oh, and that buddy doesn’t like frosting either.  So plain vanilla.
But some of the vanilla needed frosting.  Milk chocolate frosting to be exact.  Some with sprinkles.  No. Not. Sprinkles.  Sprinkles are for cookies and (OMG)…girls!  Nope.  Put some gummies on some; put M & M’s on some.  Leave some with just plain frosting.
 
I’m quoting “orders” here in case you are wondering.
 
He also “suggested” that some of the cupcakes needed to be chocolate.  Some plain.  Some frosted.  With “that white, cream cheese frosting that I like.”  No sprinkles on those either, please.  (He does say please and thank you lots.)  Wait.  Change that.  “Nana, do you know how to make red velvet cake?  Cause I really like red velvet cake.” 
 
 
 
Who knew?  And, of course, you  know what I said. 
 
So, if you’re in the need for some delicious red velvet cupcakes for a special little one of your own, here’s the recipe that Perfect Boy’s Nana used to make the biggest ones EVER for his #8 birthday.  Just because he asked.
 
And I’ll do it again for #9 if he asks, but I won’t like it.  That he’s getting so big that is.  Because I will always want him to be sweetest, most precious little guy that God ever created.  And since He did, I’ll pray that He keeps him that way.  Daily.  And often.