My favorite part of the whole thing is that by trying to be just like me she is just like me. My mother has a picture of little me cooking eggs at the stove with the drawer underneath the oven pulled out for a step-stool. This picture of Miss S was taken for her.
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So happy for your posts!
ReplyDeleteNow the question is... was the flour and rolling pin on the floor before you left for a minute?
Probably. But, in my defense, it isn't a rolling pin. It is a broken piece of a foam sword.
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