There is something profoundly comforting about coming home having your mom make cookies. Granted, they weren't for me, in fact they were for my nieces birthday party but I was allowed a few of the broken ones.
p.s. My mother can make cookies and genetically modify organisms. How cool is she?
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I know, right?! Your mom seriously rocks!
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