As soon as he walked into the house, he heard music playing, joyous laughter and loud singing coming from the kitchen. “Hello,” he called out. There was no answer.
An instant later Aneka came running around the corner and right at him, her hands and face powdered with flour. “Daddy!” she squealed with joy.
Tyson leaned down and picked her up as she wrapped her arms around his neck, talking excitedly about her day.
“Hey, hey, look at you,” Tyson said. His suit jacket was instantly covered with flour and frosting, but he didn’t mind at all. Still holding his daughter, he continued to the kitchen, seeing Janelle place a decorated cookie on a plate with several others. “Hello,” he said as Aneka continued talking. “What in the world do we have here?” Tyson chuckled, seeing the kitchen in a complete mess.
“Hey, you’re early. We didn’t expect you for another few hours,” she said.
“We’re making cookies, see?” Aneka said happily.
“Yes, I can certainly see that,” he said, chuckling at the mess in the kitchen and at her face sprinkled with flour. “It looks like you’ve been having fun,” he added as he set Aneka down. She hurried back to the kitchen table and continued icing a cookie with a plastic spoon. “What kind of cookies are you making?”
“Christmas-ball cookies,” Aneka said proudly, holding her half-frosted cookie up to show her father.
“Yes, I see. They look delicious. May I have one?”
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