“Mommy, where’s my goggles?” – The Kid preparing to cook
The youngest member and I were invited to a party at Filoli, an after hours stroll for members.
Madame handled her first garden party with aplomb. She enjoyed the hors d’oeuvres, particularly the crackers.
She waited patiently to go in the house, listening to the barbershop quartet.
She was excited to go upstairs (usually not allowed, but open on this special occasion) and see the rooms up there.
In the ballroom she entertained the guests with some impromptu ballet to accompany the piano player.
She enjoyed herself so much, she didn’t want to leave…even when her tuckered mom was ready to go.