Place: My kitchen
Me: in the middle of making pie crust for my blackberry pie and my peach banana pie. still wearing pj’s.
The counter-tops: covered in mess from pie crust, and melting bags of last summer’s fruit.
Violet: sitting at my feet waiting patiently between spoon-fulls of melting blackberry bits as a bribery so I can bake.
Side note: this happened right before she discovered that the walls in the kitchen could open to vast chambers containing an amazing new toy apparently called “Tupperware”.