"Kekk." Is that Swedish? When presented with her very own cupcake-in-a-cone, with sprinkles, that's all Olivia can say, over and over again. It's like a meditation . . . she says it so much that she forgets to eat the kekk.
When I was little I was the envy of all the other elementary schoolers because MY mom didn't just make cupcakes -- she made cupCONES. Awesome. Olivia can look forward to the same tradition, provided all schools haven't outlawed sugary celebrations by then.
Becoming a Travel Agent – My Journey
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Becoming a Travel Agent has been one of my favorite things I have done in
my life. You know how cruises are just so fun, when you become a travel
planner y...
3 months ago