Mama Not Nice!

I've noticed my blogging has been a bit BLAH lately.  Other then that little nugget of awesomeness about Ethan busting out of his Sunday suit, it's been well...quite boring and unworthy of your attention.
Well folks, let me tell you, today something 100% worthy of your attention and tears of laughter occurred.

See, when I make frosting, I make a  LOT of frosting.  It's just easier that way.  I'm talking 4 pounds of powdered sugar, almost as much fat (shortening and butter), and other bits of yumminess.  How does one go about storing all of this frosting?  Freezer zip lock bags are nice...but very messy when trying to use that frosting.  Also, that will really start to add up in the price department.

So, being the cheap smart girl that I am, I looked around for other alternatives.  And what did my eyes find?
SOUR CREAM CONTAINERS.  LOTS of sour cream containers.  You see, one of my TOP SECRET ingredients is sour cream so I have LOTS of empty containers.  I just KNEW I'd find a good use for them one day, other then filling up the dumps of Omaha or being used as a decoy to the "good" tupperware in the plastics drawer.

And I did!  FROSTING!
And one is just about the perfect size for a 9 inch cake, too.
So, Ethan has started to think that sour cream containers are actually frosting containers.  And today, he so wisely went to the refrigerator and pulled out a container and brought me both the container and the spoon.
He puts the container on the ground, sits down, looks up at me and says, "Frosting now please Mama."
I explained to him that all the frosting was gone (I had 3 cakes this weekend!) and that the container only had sour cream, which while delicious in dips, on tacos, and in cakes, was not so delicious on its own.
He refused to believe me, and sat there trying to open the (brand new) container.
When he finally gave up, he brought me the container and asked me, "Mama you open it NOW please?"
So, I figured, what the heck?
And I opened it, got a new clean spoon (by now his had been all over the kitchen), and gave him a tiny taste.
He willingly opened his mouth and licked the spoon.
When he discovered his beloved frosting was playing some kind of trick on him, in cahoots with his mama, he got the saddest/funniest/pissed off face I've seen in a while (but of course I did not have my camera at that second).  While I was laughing at this face, he looks at me, with unbelief in his eyes and says, "Mama NOT NICE!"
It was all I could do to not pee on myself from laughing at the child.
I wonder if he will try to sneak any more frosting next time he sees a sour cream container?