You were a "maker" today, dear. You and I made Rice Crispy treats. And oh so proud of yourself you were. "Me a maker!"
The other day you made me an entire lunch with your fake kitchen. You had a tomato. I had a grilled cheese sandwich and a fried egg on a cheeseburger (sans the bun). You neatly set the table, we prayed, and you insisted that I couldn't eat my food until we were both properly served. You have learned well.
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