Last night on the eve of Autumn we were trying to convince Lily that she needed to pick up her room. She insisted that she could NOT do it (in a very dramatic fashion)...until we offered her a deal. If she would clean her room up, then I would make her some cookies. Any kind she wished for. She chose snickerdoodles, which just happen to be my very favorite.
A girl after my own heart.
A girl after my own heart.
an equation: autumn eve + snickerdoodles = perfection
a prediction: It's going to be a lovely fall!
a prediction: It's going to be a lovely fall!
