Teddy made his first communion yesterday, he didn't like the wine and kept playing with his tongue. He looked very handsome and grown up in his tie, he wore Peter's cross under his shirt. It was a very nice mass and we had a beautiful day, it did get a little chilly in the evening. I had a cook-out in honor of him, the food was delicious and the company wonderful. When serving the cake I told Helen she couldn't have any because it made her tummy hurt and asked her what I could get for her. She grunted at me and left the room, mad of course. I went outside to check on the other kids and clean up half eaten cake. I came across a plate that had, almost, a full piece of cake, so I asked if the person it belonged to was done. My nephew on Peter's side said he was still eating it, so I left it out there. About twenty minutes later Helen came into the kitchen and asked me something, when I bent down to hear her better I noticed the cake crumbs around her mouth. I gasped and asked her if she ate cake, with a look of guilt she stared at me and didn't say a word. When I went outside after everyone had left to clean up and put toys away, laying in the grass by the side of the slide was cake smooshed into the grass. The plate and fork were a few feet away, probably blown there by the wind that had picked up. I had to chuckle to myself when I pictured Helen finding gold sitting on the table and taking it to her favorite place outside in order to enjoy it without being caught. Thank goodness she did okay during the night and it didn't keep her or me awake.
Until next time-
Take Care,
Sue
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