I could hear the music from upstairs. There's no mistaking it. The sound of New Orleans street jazz. Along with our festive music was tons of laughter, so I left my desk and went downstairs to see what was going on.
First I was greeted by this talking head ,"Momma, it's time for king cake."
"Yes, Mom! It's time for tea and cake." She said in her best "Stewy" voice.