I briefly considered using "Teen Angel" as the title for this entry. It seemed perfect since Grandma Betty always used to tell Miss Millie that she was an angel. One of our neighbors in Roseville observed that Millie likely was an angel, but she had horns holding up her halo. Then I remembered the song "Teen Angel" from the late '50s about a young girl who was killed by a train. Teen Angel sounds pretty morbid. Scratch that title.
Whether she's an angel or not, our youngest daughter is now officially a TEENAGER! For one year, and one year only, all three Smith kids will be in their teen years. Please pray for us.
No Pop-Tarts for this girl's breakfast. Tree-ripened bagels and schmear were on the menu.
Even though our newest teenager thinks her parents are silly, we are committed to carrying on the bagel tree tradition until our #3 Smithling moves out of the house. It's tradition!
"You may ask, how did this tradition start? I'll tell you. I don't know. But it's a tradition."
(Thank you, Tevye from Fiddler on the Roof.)
Oh! But I do know how the tradition began. A curious and creative three-year-old girl planted a bagel beside an apricot tree in hopes that the two would somehow cross and produce bagels. On her fourth birthday, bagels sprouted from that most amazing tree. We had her convinced that bagels grew on trees for many years. It was quite entertaining watching Millie look for bagel buds in anticipation of the annual bagel harvest.
The tradition must continue, even though the original bagel tree in in California and we are now transplanted in Texas. Millie is a good sport, and she tolerates our foolishness.
A German Chocolate Cat was the cake of choice. Purr-fect!
Happy THIRTEENTH, Millie Girl!
