The oven radiates a steady warmth and a cinnamon smell that slices
through the brisk autumn day. It's your daughter's first day of
grade school, and you're preparing a special little something for
her return. Your timing is pleasingly exact, her clatter and clamor
up the stairs hits just as you pry the last snickerdoodle off the
tray onto the cooling rack. "MOMMA MOMMA MOMMAMOMAA!!!" she stumbles
in, backpack still on, out of breath, beaming, directly into your
arms.You heft her up to eye level easily, bag and all, and set about
grooming her as you inquire about her day.

	"oh well uh we got these nametags and Mrs. P was really
	really nice and and and i made you something during recess"

pressing a neatly folded craft paper heart bearing the word "mom"
into your paw as she blushes. You're touched, and without a word
you lock lips, free paw pulling her in by the small of her back
as you slip her just the tiniest bit of tongue before breaking
off with a smile.

	"I'm glad you had such a good day... Now, go have a seat
	on the couch and I'll bring you some cookies, okay sweetie?"

You set her down and she scampers off. You check, and as the cookies
have cooled sufficiently in the time you had your little junior-grade
makeout session, you pile a somewhat unreasonable number of them onto
a plate and pour up two glasses of milk, with which you trundle off to
join her.