Let Them Eat Cake

Saturday was busy with me trying to clear off the dining room table in anticipation of serving dinner there to my family. The paperwork (okay it was more than a little) wound up in a pile that will hopefully permanently disappear by the time I think about them again. I head to the kitchen to make the cake. After the cake is mixed then comes the call: "Who wants a beater?" and "still have a bowl available". As I'm turning to the line that has formed behind me, with beaters in each hand I see my grown daughter standing there, waiting for her beater too. I laughed. She didn't. This was a serious thing. I gave her the bowl.