Don’t eat your children’s cupcakes

They might have a secret ingredient.

A few months back on a regular Tuesday morning, I was busy working from home on my computer. A familiar routine for so many of us these days.

It was around 9am and my son, of 23, was about to leave the house to go to work. He sometimes interrupts me when I am giving a class online, to say goodbye, with a wave unless it is something important. This particular morning, however, he had brought me a treat! He took out a few cakes from a paper bag from the bakery and placed them on the table near me. I thanked him.