My niece and her husband and three little girls, who live in Minnesota, are visiting other family in Seattle and came to my house for breakfast this morning. I served one of my old innkeeper favorites, Creme Caramel French Toast, with fresh tropical fruit and Greek yogurt. Awfully good, if I do say so myself.
The oldest girl is in first grade, the youngest is one, and Naomi is in the middle. I don't have much in the way of toys, though Naomi got a lot of enjoyment out of my yoga ball and Clara used the racks of my Scrabble game to build a bridge, then spelled out b-r-i-d-g-e on it, followed by instructions below on who might enter.
Well, how about singing with me?
Okay, I'm going to sing Happy Birthday to You.
So I sang it with Clara's name. Then Naomi got into it, and the girls called out names until I had sung happy birthday to everyone in their own family and the relatives they came to visit. Then they wanted my name in there.
It's wonderful to be an entertainer.
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