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Ruth's Diary Entries Diary Navigation: Choose A Diary Entry -------------------- Latest Entry: 7/7/00 -------------------- 6/15/00 4/20/00 3/29/00 3/14/00 3/2/00 12/1/99 11/23/99 11/18/99 11/9/99 11/3/99 10/27/99 10/20/99 10/14/99 10/7/99 9/29/99 9/22/99 9/15/99 -------------------- Ruth's Introduction

Introduction

Hope all of you and yours had a wonderful Thanksgiving -- we certainly did. As usual Ms. Abigail stole the show, or in this case the cake. My husband's aunt always sets up a video camera in the corner of the room so that she is certain not to miss a moment of activity among the seven children present. Uncle Larry, whose chair at the dining table just happened to be directly in front of the camera, left a piece of sweet potato cake (with cream cheese icing) on the table. According to the tape, Ms. Abigail made a bee line for his dessert. She jumped briskly up into his chair, looked around carefully. Upon the realization that no one was watching, she promptly stuck her finger into the rich white topping. Not once or twice but three times! She noticed the fork laid over to the side and without hesitation dug right in. By this time Uncle Larry had returned with his cup of coffee. Of course Ms. Abigail was covered from ear to ear in icing and cake crumbs. He controlled his laughter long enough to ask, did she want a piece of cake? No, she replied. I ate yours! With that she hopped down from the chair and went about her business. It really was the hoot of the day. Of course it was even funnier seeing it on tape.

A side not here about watching what you say about your children, while they are in the room. Just last night, I was relaying this story to my mother, Abigail's Nana. She was in the room and overheard me telling mother, she immediately broke into tears of embarrassment. The funny memory had been stomped out by me sticking my foot in my mouth. Never again will I speak of my children when they are within hearing range. She was obviously heart broken.

Until next time...

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