Go read shaunamama today, she is recounting her experience with the Oklahoma City bombing. A moving retelling of a sad event. And we just got back from delivering several thank you notes. Mrs. E was very pleased. The Mystery Pie Mom of the Dakotas has been staying with us off and on since we moved up here. Her husband (one of the numerous Dakotas) is still working for Bill and rather than drive 3 hours a day for work, he is staying in the guest house during the week. She visits a few times a week. (Just explaining her presence lately) A pie turned up on our kitchen counter yesterday afternoon. The heavenly smell of baked pecans and Karo syrup drew me from the back of the house where I was bathing a few of the children. Mom of the Dakotas was already in the kitchen standing over it, having ventured in from the guest house. "Was this here earlier?" She asked. "Ummm no... Are Bill and Cody home?" "I don't think so..." We both peered outside, eyes searching for trucks or mysterious pie bearing strangers, then drawn back to the pie once again. "I imagine God didn't deliver this pie to the counter for our fat asses. I wonder where it came from." She said. I looked at it further, unwrapping it slowly from the foil, hoping to uncover a clue. I noticed the green paper plates stacked neatly underneath it. "These look like the plates Mrs. E brought the Debbie cakes on the other day. I can't believe she baked us a pie as well. That was sooooooo nice." I crammed a pecan in my mouth, sure it was quite safe. Right about then, Henry walked in the kitchen, dripping water in pools around his feet. "Is that my pie? He dipped a finger right into the middle of it. "Your pie?" "I asked our neighbor lady to make me one yesterday, Mama." "You did?" Eek!!! "Uh huh... I asked her through the fence when she was outside. She looks like she makes pies." And I guess she does, which solves the mystery which is not so mysterious when you have a brazen 4 year old living with you. I wonder what I should have him request next? | 
