Lily's "Christmas cookies" plan turned into an elaborate production.
She insisted on wearing her princess apron. Made us wear aprons too. Ethan got stuck with one that said "Kiss the Cook" in faded letters. He looked mortified.
I tried not to laugh. Failed.
"Not a word," he muttered, tying it around his waist.
"I wasn't going to say anything."
"Your face is saying plenty."
Lily giggled. "Daddy looks funny. But it's okay because cookies are serious business."
"Very serious," I agreed.
We spread ingredients across the counter. Flour. Sugar. Butter. Eggs. Lily's recipe card was covered in crayon drawings and sticky fingerprints.
"Mom wrote this," she said, holding it carefully. "See? That's her handwriting. Daddy says her cookies were the best in the whole world."
Ethan's expression
