A short way into her fourth iteration of her song, Molly noticed the mixer was in use and grabbed a stool. Dragging it toward me she said, "Can...I...help...you...cook?"
I added the eggs, Molly added the pumpkin and the commentary...
"Mommy...you are just...the very best Mommy." It is her familiar chorus.
"I'm glad you think so Molly. You are the very best Molly."
"Oh Mom, you know I love it when you say that. Is that why you say that?"
"Yes, Molly. I like to make you happy."
"Oh I know," she said wistfully, "Don't I just make you smile?"
"Oh my yes," I confirmed...
...and then she waltzed off to make sure I wasn't the only one smiling...
A kind heart is a fountain of gladness,
making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.