Ruth came up to me Friday night with a donut in one hand and a steak knife in the other and said, "Mom, my feet are frosted!" I looked down and saw that she had gently scraped the buttercream frosting from the top of the donut and frosted the top of her her feet! I was so surprised that all I could do was laugh and help her wash off the frosting. It took a bit of soap and scrubbing, but we did it.
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