Alice and I finally started our Christmas baking this evening with a batch of favorite chocolate chip cookies.
(And, trust me, you wish you were here to try one).
She is a tremendous helper. Meticulous in her measurements and interested in every single step.
When we were finished, she asked if we could play “picnic.”
I said sure. But that we could only play for a little while because I needed to clean up.
And she looked up at me and asked, “Mama, who’s coming over to my house?”
Because why else would we clean, I guess? Embarrassing.
mi mamá me mima 