Tonight, my daughter helped my wife make “spooky” spaghetti and meatballs.
The spookiness was provided by ghost-shaped pasta.
The meatball were provided with my daughter’s help.
When I commented on their aroma and their delicious taste and said thank you to both her and my wife, she beamed with pride.
“Good job!” I told her.
“They were made with love!” she promptly responded.
Truth.
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