Had been at the playground yesterday for 10 minutes when another mom was trying to leave with her little girl. "Bella, it's time to go." "Bella, I mean right now." A pause. "Bella, I have cookies!"
Laurel's head pops up and she yells, "Okay, I'm coming!" and starts running across the park.
Luke says she's very much my daughter. It's true that I'd do most anything for a baked good!