Today is Alice's birthday. I don't know this because I know Alice, although now I know who she is, but because Catcher and Scout decided to crash her birthday party at our neighborhood park this afternoon. Exhibit A [above] is Scout making herself perfectly comfortable at the picnic table where ice cream cake and pizza are about to be served. I put ice cream cake first in the previous sentence because at Alice's birthday party (she's the one standing by Scout and just turned 10, by the way) you eat cake before pizza.
Catcher eyeballed the cake, but after seeing the oreos on top--the boy doesn't like any form of chocolate--he decided the leave the table and stalk the birthday art projects.
The stalking worked, or maybe the older kids felt sorry for Catcher and Scout, because somehow those two were invited into the art circle. That's Alice's hand right above Catcher's. She was painting a rainbow with clouds in the sky on her piece of pine wood. I know it was pine because I heard her father say so. Catcher painted some blots of color on his piece of wood while Scout stuck her fingers in each paint canister and "washed" her hands in the paintbrush rinse water. She was surprised that the technique didn't clean her hands.
Tillie was at the park, too, but the birthday party was of no interest to her. She was more into tasting pebbles and walking along the fence.
Although that cake did look rather tasty...
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