Out of the Mouths of Babes

by Sparks In Shadow

Photo by Gwen via Flickr


On grandmother’s sculpted glass, I brought a vanilla cake, chocolate iced. Anticipatory hums filled the room. I basked.

Ellen thanked me, pointing to the end of her buffet. Sheila’s apple pie waited, flanked by Allie’s blondies, Judy’s caramel pecan tart. I set down my contribution near their luscious treats.

Alone for a moment, Gran’s intricate stand filled my thoughts. Allie’s four year-old watched me.

She asked. “When is your show?”

I leaned down. “What do you mean, honey?”

“They say you always show off. I want to see.”

Out of the mouths of babes …

I left the cake — haphazard on plastic, as they undoubtedly preferred.

The prompt was, “out of the mouths of babes” from  Julia.