"Hmm? What's this you've made for me today?" She smiled as bent her knees so she could reach down to the plastic cup you're handing her, you were wrapped in a towel after hopping out of the bath. And just as any kid, during your time in the bath you were making 'special potions'

Those special potions of course just being shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste or any sort of items you could get your hands on. Yet each time, your mother would be proud of you each time and fake 'drink it' with a smile.

"Ohh! It taste perfect my love, absolutely perfect." she beamed as she picked you up, setting you on the counter as she began to scruff up your hair with the towel

"Let's dry you up, can't have you leaving any of that magical stuff on my floor can we? You have anything else on that little menu of yours?"