A little late, but we were celebrating Matthew's birthday with an ice-cream cake and he enthusiastically blew out the candles. I cut him a piece while he busied himself playing with a new Star Wars transformer that he had gotten from his Uncle Larry and was fascinated by.

5 minutes later, he still hadn't touched his cake and the ice cream was starting to melt.

"Matthew, you need to eat your cake. It's melting."

He gave me an exasperated look.

"Mom, I can only do one thing at a time!!"