When we brought the cake out, Meg stared at it for a few minutes. Then she did what all of us secretly long to do when we see a brightly colored cake with thick, rich frosting: she plunged her hands into it.
"Hmmm... what is this stuff?"
"I better give it a taste test."
"Blech! Too sweet!"
"Maybe just one more test..."
"Nope, I definitely don't like this stuff."
Messy hands!
Nana gives Meg a drink from a big-girl cup.
Margaret Helms, Meg's great-grandmother:
The two Margarets:
Opening presents with Daddy:
And with Mommy:
Three generations:
Happy Birthday, Baby!
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