"You know what I'm going to do after supper, Mom?"
"I'm going to bake cookies."
Firstborn has become quite the baker recently, usually taking his offerings to his afterschool clubs. Tonight's recipe was a chocolate chocolate chip cookie my youngest sister made up nearly twenty years ago. I'm certain they'll be a hit with the young men and women at school tomorrow afternoon.
And now my house smells deeply of chocolate.
It's a wee bit distracting.