MG Eats an Apple

Since she didn’t remove when she reached in and drew a heart on my chest in soap.

I came home Monday and she told me she was hungry. I asked her to boil some pasta. At the same time I decided on an Alfredo sauce.

Cream cheese. Butter. Parmesan. Seasoning.

And we stood there. Making dinner.

I was wearing only an apron. She was not wearing as much.

Sometimes we live like this. And I have no complaints.
 
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