Monday, April 27, 2009

A small thing

I pick up my next door neighbor's kids along with my own after school, the weeks that the girls are here with me. Today, presumably as a thank you (and also because she's just that kind of neighbor), she rang the doorbell and gave us a little plate of pineapple cake, fresh from the oven. That was nice enough of her; nicer still, to my mind, was the fact that she brought eight pieces, not six.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That's really sweet.