A few weeks ago we had a neighborhood gathering that was held on a night it was trying to rain. We went ahead and moved it to the basement where we had a series of tables set up for food and dining. We even had a little table for the six children in attendance so they could enjoy one anothers company.
Since the main area of the basement was crowded with people and the dinner, the desserts were placed just through the doorway in another room on top of a card table.
As we were all finishing our meal and starting to think about the dessert, at the other end of the basement, there was a shout followed by laugher. People went to see what all the commotion was about.
There was young Catherine Kerr, age 18 months, in her white dress in the middle of the dessert table, eating a gooey chocolate cake covered with sticky frosting. Her little white dress was quickly turning a chocolate brown. She had chocolate on her hands and all around her mouth, and, despite all the laughter directed toward her, she seemed to be enjoying herself.
Her mother took her up, held her at arms length, and headed for the bathroom. Not unlike the Wal-Mart call, "Clean up on Aisle one," we were having cleanup on card table two much to the enjoyment of all.
#, much to the enjoyment of all.