The kitchen was a mess flour dusted every surface and sticky dough clung to little fingers and countertops alike But the laughter That was the best part Mom i t 's not working Ellie huffed her tiny hands barely kneading the lump of dough in front of her It s not supposed to be perfect I assured her pressing my own dough into a smooth ball Just keep folding it like this Her brother Leo smacked his dough with a little too much enthusiasm I think m i n e 's a pancake now I laughed and wiped a streak of flour from his cheek Then w e 'll have some creative bread today After the dough had risen magically according to Ellie we shaped it into loaves braids and a few odd creatures that vaguely resembled dinosaurs. We made magic that day.