“Good morning, Sutton! Happy Thanksgiving!”
“Mmm! Something smells delicious!”
“Those are the chocolate pies I was baking last night when you went to bed.”
“Yum! Can I have some?”
“No, I’m so sorry, honey. I burned them and we had to throw them out.”
“Oh. Well, maybe next Thanksgiving!”
I can just imagine how yummy that would have smelled. Happy Thanksgiving!
Yes, it’s kind of torture, when you think about it — forced to smell chocolate, but unable to eat it. Oh, who am I kidding? We had plenty of other chocolate around the house. 🙂
She is beautiful and so forgiving! 🙂
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