Erin: Use your spoon to mix it up.
Alice: (mashing awkwardly at the butter with her big wooden spoon) It's too hard.
Erin: You'll get it.
Alice pokes, stirs, and grunts. Eventually, the cocoa, butter, sugar, and milk start to mix together in a mass of creamy dark brown.
Alice: It's changing!
Erin: That's what's neat about baking. There are some magical changes.
Alice: Mah-jih-kal changes. Magical changes.
Erin: It's not every two-year-old who can say "magical changes."
Alice turns on her. Her brow furrows. Her stare is intense.
Alice: Yes we can.