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You’re My Cuppycake

Beauty in the day: he came into the office, a teddy-bear of a fourth grader, with a sweet and innocent demeanor. “Excuse me, but I need to call my dad.”
“Do you need to call him because it’s your birthday?” I asked, being the recipient of secret intel somewhat earlier via the dad that he wanted to call.
“Yes!” he exclaimed with a look of wonderment at my clearly cultic knowledge.
“Is it because you want to find out about cupcakes?”
“Yes! Yes, I want him to bring some cupcakes!”
“Well, Friend, guess what? You mom is going to bring CAKE, and she will bring plates and forks, too.”
He looked at me like I was a baby kitten, and then enveloped me in a big but tender hug. “Thank you for telling me about that!” he said, almost reverently.
Happy Birthday, kid. ❤

Hell Hath No Fury….

Beauty in the day: Sometimes the beauty comes after the day, and sometimes it comes second-hand. If you’re like me, second-hand beauty is just as good. On a day like today, second-hand beauty is like icing on the cake; especially when the cake is made out of rutabaga (I’ve never had rutabaga, but it at least doesn’t sound like something good to make a cake with). I like stories about little boys who write love notes – – this one had a twist that may wind up being far-reaching. He did, in fact, write a love note. He wrote a marriage proposal to a boy in his class – – and signed a fellow girl classmate’s name to said proposal, leaving it NOT on the boy’s desk, but on the girl’s desk. Let’s just say the kid likes to love dangerously. Because I know the girl rather well, I can tell you that this could follow him to his grave, and if he is not careful, if could be sooner, rather than later.
#awomanscornedhaslessfurythanthislittlelady