The world is full of mothers. On the compound today it was all mothers wanting cake, reluctantly wearing hats from Mosey's vast array and allowing photos only after some coaching. These mothers are a little shy, feeling inadequate, not pretty enough, a little rumpled. Afraid to get their picture taken but not afraid to lick all the ice cream off their plates. Suspicious of anyone that dares to give them a manicure but nearly making wolf whistles at any man that suits their fancy.
Another day in Moseyville.
