The next door neighbors have a 5 year old girl. She likes to come over and play often. We have driveways side-by-side so we see each other a lot. She often comes over around snack time, and we often have cookies. Today she got here a little late for snacks. It was about 6 o'clock.
Girl: Can I come over and play?
Me: Sure. You can play in the backyard with the gate shut. Their dad is mowing the front lawn.
Girl: Okay! Do you have cookies?
I like being the mom with cookies. If someone were to describe my home, I'd want them to say that it smelled like freshly baked cookies. All. the. time.
Because that is what makes our home home.
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