Just consider this a preview of what's coming in one month! This was a bit of an accidental cake-ing. Z was sitting between Grandma Ann and me, and as she passed me a piece of Linwood's sister, Ruth's, birthday cake, Zachary darted out a chubby little hand, and mooshed a fistful of cake into his mouth. Grandma Ann quickly declared it Zachary's piece. He ate that cake with a seriousness that could be likened to the most studious of chess players. He did not pause to smile, or laugh at the passing delight of vanilla cake and sweet, pink frosting. He just windmilled in one handful of cake after another.
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