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trees printed on the front. The stall holder folds them up for us and bags them before I hand him the money.
    “Can I hold the bag?” Anna asks me excitedly after I take it from the man.
    “Sure you can,” I smile at her and give her the bag.
    “Aren’t’ you going to buy any new clothes?” she asks me.
    “I’ve got a nice new shirt at home that I haven’t worn yet,” I smile at her, “and I think tonight will be the perfect time to wear it.”
    “Are we going to the pet shop now?”
    “Yes, we are,” I laugh.
    Grabbing my hand, she starts pulling me back in the direction of the park and my flat, “are we going the right way?” she suddenly asks.
    “Yes,” I reply, “the pet shop is near where I live.”
     
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    “I love it here!” Anna exclaims with her nose pressed up against the glass of one of the hamster cages, “I wish I could stay here forever and ever.”
    “Really?” I laugh, “why’s that?”
    “I could play with the animals all day long! And brush them and stroke them and feed them and cuddle them! Can I take one out please?”
    “We’re not allowed,” I say, pulling a sad face at her.
    “Aww!” she replies, pulling a sad face too.
    “But I’ve got a bunny at home that loves your cuddles. Why don’t we go get the food we need for tonight, and then you can play with Herbert when we’re back home?”
    “But I can help you with the cooking too, right?”
    “Yes you can,” I smile and take her hand to lead her out of the store.
    “Bye all,” she yells over her shoulder and waves at the animals.
     
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    Back in my apartment I lay out all of our shopping on the kitchen counter, ready to be turned into a dinner.
    “What do we start with?” Anna asks.
    “To start, I think it’s best if we both wear an apron so we don’t get messy,” I say, pulling two aprons out of a kitchen drawer. I give one to Anna, but when she pulls hers over her head and lets it drop, it hits the floor, and I laugh at the silly sight of it. “Turn around for me,” I tell her, and when she does, I pull the straps in a little tighter and pull a knot in them, making the apron a little less long, “how’s that?”
    “I think it’s good,” she says, looking down her body.
    “Good,” I smile at her, “then lets get started.” I pull up a chair, so she can get to things a little bit easier, then I take a pan out of one of the drawers, fill it with water and place it on the stove. Next I open up the bag of dried pasta, “count two handfuls for every person, and drop it in the pan,” I tell her.
    “So, six handfuls?” she asks, looking uncertain.
    “Yes,” I smile at her brightly, “well done. Six handfuls.”
    “Done,” she beams after counting to six out loud. “What’s next?”
    “Next you can make the garlic butter for our garlic bread.” I scoop up two spoonful’s of butter and place them in a bowl for her, then sprinkle over some garlic powder, “if you mix this really well, you can spread it into the baguette.”
    I start cutting the baguette for her, while she mixes the butter with her tongue sticking out.
    “Carefully spread it in between the cuts I’ve made,” I tell her, “and when you’re done with that, you can give the pasta a quick stir,” and I place a wooden spoon in the pan, ready for her to use.
    “What’s next?” she asks when she is done with both tasks.
    “Next, we have to wait for a little while, until the pasta is cooked.”
    “Can I take Herbert out of his cage?”
    “Sure you can,” I smile at her again, “you can give him a little lettuce leaf if you want too.”
    “Yes please!” she exclaims, takes the leaf from me, and runs over to Herbert while I stir the pasta some more.
    After draining it, I place it in an oven dish, “Anna? We’re ready to make the sauce now.”
    “Coming,” she replies, and comes rushing over.
    “Don’t forget to wash your hands again,” I tell her.
    “Oh yeah,” she replies, and quickly rinses down