Arlene, my grandmother was the craftiest of all crafters and was always employed by neighbors to help with making costumes and cakes. She could do it all! So just like any other day, she was busy in the kitchen baking a cake for a friend. She was a mother of three children and step mother to three more...Brady bunch right? So she had her hands full!
Just as she finished the last layer of frosting, on what I imagine was a lovely cake, the buzzer on her dryer went off. She turned to my mother, who sat perched in her highchair by the table, and said," Allison, do not -touch- that cake...do you understand? Absolutely do not -touch- that cake!". Her little one nodded and smiled. And off went Arlene to switch the laundry.
When she entered the room she saw the cake and gasped. In the center of the cake was a huge hole! She watched as little Allison put her hands in her lap, leaned forward and took a bite right from the middle of the cake. She sat back proudly, showed her frosting free hands and said..."me no touch!".
My grandmother recalls being completely overwhelmed with not anger but pride. Her little one -must- be a genius for figuring that out!
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