Like mother like daughter

I made Courtlin a chocolate mousse pie for her birthday. It was in the refrigerator cooling as I prepared the ribs I made for her birthday. They needed a spot in the fridge too, since I put them together the night before. (*Gasp* I did cooking the night before.) So, I had the fridge door open to rearrange things to make space, and then I went over to get the ribs and something distracted me. When I turned around Alena gave me a sideways glance. She had her hand in her mouth. The pie had several handprints in it. Smart girl, that one.


P.S. New album of Alena spaghetti pictures here.