To celebrate GG’s return from Texas, the glow worm insisted on making a cake. She did real well, she dumped the water in with gusto, she poured the oil in with brilliance, and she stirred the batter with enthusiasm. Her cooking skills far exceed her three years, and if we may be so bold, her skills are fast surpassing the youngest child’s. At least, the favorite mother thought so until it came time to frost the cake.
As the little glow was meticulously smearing the frosting across the cake, by herself, the favorite mother heard a rather wet sounding sneeze. The favorite mother glance slyly at the busy glow worm and then quickly away.
The youngest child had also heard, but rather than feel pleased that she was still a better cook than the little glow, she felt slightly horrified as she noticed how close the glow worms nose was to the cake. And then there was another sneeze.
“Ma…” the youngest child whispered…
“Shh,” the favorite mother hissed, “Don’t say anything!”
The youngest child eyed the cake frosting glow worm and tried to forget the sneezes. After all, how could a perfect little cake maker be held responsible for such a trivial matter as a sneeze while frosting?
The cake was served, complete with finger-licking designs across the top, and the glow worm praised for her skills and excellent tasting frosting.
Welcome home favorite Texas grandparents!
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