Saturday's Storyteller: "Stop gawking at the blueberry puddings, we're going to be late!"
by Belinda Roddie Stop gawking at the blueberry puddings, we're going to be late! Here, take my hand. I know, those little cakes are to die for, are they not? They leave a colorful sweetness in your mouth that not even the strongest coffee can wash away. Come on, let's head to the car so we can see your father. Awfully cold, isn't it, dear? You know, I remember on this day, seven years ago, you had only just started to walk. Imagine that. You're so big now. Your father will love seeing you. Don't you worry about him, sweetie - he's healing up just fine. It's just taking longer than expected. Now, I was thinking that, after we go to the hospital, we can go mini-golfing or have a picnic by the pond. You like picnics, don't you? I could make you a peanut butter and jam sandwich and buy you a big carton of chocolate milk that you can have all to yourself. Just tell me what jam you prefer, and I'll get it. Have you ever tried kiwifruit jam, dea