I survived a whole day at home with Keira.
She refused everything I offered her for her dinner.
Instead, she spent all afternoon asking me for biscuits and breadsticks.
She even asked me to bake cakes with her because today I was her best friend.
That’s right, I was her best friend.
She didn’t just like me today, she loved me. Openly. Because she wanted the sweets I’d hidden on the window sill. Out of her reach.
But I said no. I was going to make dinner. Plus if I’m not baking cakes, I’m not eating them
But if there is one thing my daughter is. It’s resourceful:
- up a bit…..
- up some more….
- … busted
And the treasure she was after?
A jacobs cream cracker.
Hardly worth the effort.
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