This morning I really saw the meaning of having a daughter. I started my Thanksgiving cooking and Carleigh had to help.... well she thought she was. She had a nice mixture of flour, sugar, chocolate chips and pecans. She had so much fun and so did I . She said she was cooking a pie for Daddy and Grandad. How sweet is that!
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Regardless of how it tasted, Daddy's little girl did good!
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