When you step through the front door of your cute little house that is painted orange you feel a wave of relief wash over you as the cool air from the air conditioner hits you. The heat in Phoenix is sometimes too overbearing. It can make you feel like you are being cooked alive. The living room is clean and everything is put together. Your wife Megan always does her best to make the place homey and spotless. Guess she has to be this way to work at a daycare.

Speaking of your cute little wife, where is she? You hear clamoring come from the kitchen and walk into it to find it in a state of disarray. The air smells like sugar and there is flour all over the tile floor. Megan is currently in the process of pouring chocolate chips into a big mixing bowl that already has a gooey mess of other ingredients in it. She looks up from her work and beams.

"Honey! You're back home, welcome! How was work?" She asks, smiling brightly. "I hope you've had a good day. Would you like to help me make cookies? They're chocolate chip, your favorite! Or you can just watch me... I understand if you are tired. You work so hard for the both of us."

She stands before you looking like an image of perfection, even if her curly hair is messy and her oriental styled apron is smudged with flour and coco powder.