On Saturday, my sister-in-law called to invite us to a Sunday afternoon homemade ice cream party in honor of their 45th wedding anniversary. So on Saturday evening, Kati made a pound cake*, and after our Sunday lunch of Cheeseburger Salad, we all went over to celebrate. Some of us drove down the road, with the cake and Kristin's cookies and some lawn chairs. But all of the children, with Papa in the lead, took the scenic route along the edge of the woods and across the fields.
* Bekah inquired about the meaning of the term "pound cake." Kati explained to her that a true "pound cake" required a pound of butter. (This one was a true pound cake.) Then Bekah wondered aloud whether you would be a pound heavier if you ate the whole thing. (Somehow, I think that I would be much more than a pound heavier if I ate the whole thing.)