Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for December 05, 2004

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Holly: Watcha doin', Grams? Gramma: Making a cake for my friend Mary. It's her birthday. Holly: How old is she? Gramma: Old enough not to answer that question. Holly: Funny. Kids my age can't wait to get older. Every candle is a step closer to freedom. Gramma: At my age it's a step closer to hip replacement. So I'm making my famous "You're only as old as you feel" cake. Holly: Well, I'm never going to worry about a flew...a foo...cad-de-loos Gramma: Uh-oh. Joan: You let her lick the beaters and bowl from your rum cake?! Val: How much did you use? Holly: I wuv gwamma...