Don't Eat The Baby

It's that time again. Time for King Cake! I look so forward to this time of year. Being up here in the middle of the country, they really don't celebrate Mardi Gras.
I saw my first King Cake of the year at the grocery store last night. I squeeled with delight, embaressing my daughter.
I was setting it on the counter when something caught my eye. A warning.

Here is what I want to know. Who ate the baby? The plastic baby or the beads? Cuz you know someone had to have done it in order for their to be a warning.

So go out and buy yourself a King Cake. Just be sure to not eat the baby and the beads.

Wordless Wednesday

I love old photos. I've been researching my family tree for years now and love it when I can get things like the above photo. One of the girls in the photo is my great grandmother. I love how dressed up they are, but they are barefoot. I guess they spent all the money on the dresses.