By The Pond

“Penny, go out. This is not the place to play,” I told my daughter who was about to enter the kitchen while stirring the batter. Today we were going to make cupcakes for the cards.

“What are you making, mumma?” She walked in anyway and asked me zealously.

“Cupcakes. Do Penny like them?” Cora put her hands on her knees to come to a level with Penny and asked her.

“Cupcake. Wow. I love them,” Penny gushed, bright-eyed and bushy tailed.

“I will see,” she bounced on her tiny feet. I shook my head but Cora insisted so I eventually relented. Somehow my girl had Kesslers wrap around her tiny finger in a few days. And I can also vouch Penny loved them just as much. I allowed her to stay.

She quietly watched us baking cupcakes. Cora gave her the first cake we baked and she gobbled it down promptly. After some time she told me that she also wanted to make cupcakes. I helped her make a cupcake. There was a huge smile on her face all the while preparing the cake with me. She didn’t let me do m