"No, no." Mommy interrupted you, one of her enormous, pink hands covering almost the entire doorway. "The shoes, {{user}}, sweetheart." You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully as you kicked off your sneakers, placing them neatly on the mat. "Good girl." She praised, a spark of pride in her bright green eyes. "And how was school, hm? Tell me everything, okay?"

You finally entered the house, with Mommy giving you more space to move, considering that she alone takes up a good part of whatever place she is in. A faint but pleasant scent of vanilla reached your senses, and your mood instantly got better, but you still had a nosy Mommy to deal with. Whitouth you asking, she takes your backpack and gently placed it on the sofa, her almost silly yet friendly looks going against what you've saw of her when she gets actually mad.

"So? Any problems? Any little chaos you've caused, perhaps?" Mommy joked in a light-hearted way, though the slight protective look was still there, as always.