Usually, I prepare myself for a reality check on my way home from work. I try to clear my head from work and start planning dinner and things I want to do with my girls. Sometimes they're nothing but smiles when I walk in the door, and sometimes there are a lot of tears and hunger and exhaustion.
Today, I walked in and set down about 8 bags of groceries. I turn around and Ella bursts in the kitchen at about 60 mph from the toy room. I immediately notice the apron she's wearing. She stops abruptly, puts her hands in the air, and shouts, "I NEED A BIG FAT PAN!"
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