The little boy and I decided to make bread today. We gathered in the kitchen mitts in hand, ingredients, bowls, and mixers on standby. He wanted to help. I let him. He said "I am a four-year-old cook!" I smiled. He mixed and I poured. We watched the dough rise together. He tried so hard to walk quietly. It's almost impossible for a little boy to walk without stomping in his new black rain boots. They are his marching boots he says. The smell of bread illuminates our senses; hmmm..time to taste.
...we created, we connected, we made a memory...
...we created, we connected, we made a memory...
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