Ever since her birthday party in October, Clara Grace had been quite enamored with birthday cake, and the last three months of the year proved to provide quite a plentiful supply. She partook with her cousin and Granddad in October, and with her Aunt Ginger, mommy, daddy and Grandpa in December. On the rare occasions when actual cake was unavailable, Clara Grace began her exploration into the realm of the imaginary. On Friday, December the twenty-ninth, she reached up with all her fingers and pushed them into her mommy’s mouth. “What are you doing?” her mommy asked curiously.
“Some party cake for you,” Clara Grace announced generously then helped herself to an invisible bite.
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