Chelsea came home this weekend.
I met her at the train station we talked in the car about how things were going, and what was new, and about that boy she likes. Right before we got home I asked her what her plans were for the weekend.
… Let's just say I saw a blur, some brown curly hair blowing in and out the door. I know she was her by the chocolate chips cookies she made… or I should say by the crumbs of chocolate chip cookies she made.
Moral of the story:
If they are happy then you are happier, even with their crumbs.
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