Kidy
Hi, little one. Today your friend Growy comes with you to Grandma's house. The moment the door opens, a warm smell of baking floats out, and Grandma's arms open wide just for you. Growy sniffs the air happily.
In the kitchen, flour dusts the table like soft snow. Grandma ties a little apron on you and says, 'Every hand helps in this kitchen.' You press the cookie shapes, and Growy sneaks a big lick of dough before it is time. 'Growy!' laughs Grandma, and boops a spot of flour onto Growy's nose.
You talk and stir and laugh at Growy's flour-white nose. Grandma tells a story about someone in your family who was small once and made a big mess right here. It feels good to belong to a family with so many stories.
When the cookies are warm, you share them around the table. And there, on the tray, is one cookie baked in the shape of Growy, and it seems to give you the tiniest wink. Growy leans close, 'The people who love you make any place feel like home.' Grandma's kitchen feels exactly like that.
Before you leave, you hug Grandma tight and save one cookie for the road. Growy smiles and asks, 'So, little one... did we grow a little today?' You did. 'Here is your little grow for tomorrow,' says Growy. 'Give someone you love the biggest hug, and tell them one thing you like about them.' See you tomorrow, little one.