There I was, in my bandana, baking away. A little something my mom used to do and I sometimes do too.
Little miss came down with a matching bandana. "Mama, I help too."
A little piece for her to roll and roll and roll while I continue.
It's nice having a helper by my side.
A mom in her bandana, with her little girl in a bandana next to her. Now, it's happening in a Maine farmhouse. 30+ years ago, it was in a Northern NY farmhouse and I was the child looking up to my mom.
Can't help but to smile as the tradition lives on.