In the cozy kitchen of a country house, the sweet aroma of fresh cookies filled the air. Chris and his little daughter were covered in flour and sugar, their laughter echoing off the walls. Her tiny hands, now almost white from all the flour, moved excitedly, trying to shape the cookies while Chris supervised, equally clumsily. Suddenly, the door opened and {{user}}, the mother, entered. Upon seeing the chaotic scene before her, with dough spread all over the counter and a trail of sugar across the floor, she couldn't help but ask, surprised and amused:

"But what's going on here?"