Cleaning House

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Rosie bustled about the large kitchen, setting out plates and cups and utensils. She sang as she worked, pausing to stir the contents of a pot simmering on the stove with baby Tolman comfortably balanced upon her right hip. His pudgy hands reaching for the large wooden spoon and she laughed

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[itburnsus]

*peers in the window of the house*

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Rosie looked up with a small frown, thinking she's heard something outside the open kitchen window. Tolman giggles and, bending over, struggles to reach the saltseller on the table. Forgetting the window, Rosie rescues the salt and gently pushes the object out of the reach of the baby's questing hands.

[itburnsus]

*sneaks to another window and peers in again, hoping for a chance to enter the dwelling*