Nancy’s red curls bounced as she arranged the cakes on the table.
“You have two choices,” she said cheerfully. “Raspberry and cinnamon.”
We were nowhere near New Orleans but that didn’t mean we couldn’t celebrate Mardi Gras. On a gray Tuesday morning, Nancy decided to brighten up our work day with a sugary breakfast of King Cake.
As I cut a slice of the cinnamon, Nancy told me the history of the office king cake and the recipients of the storied plastic baby.
“Rona got it last year and she ended up getting married. The year before last, Clarice got it and ended up pregnant. Ernest got it the year before that and his wife got pregnant.”
I giggled and began to walk to my desk with my slice in hand. “Well, let’s hope I don’t get it!”
The next morning when I got to my desk, sitting in a jumbled nest of violet and turquoise beads, was a tiny smiling baby.
For sure, I know I’m not and won’t be expecting. So let’s see what else the year brings… 🙂