That's ok. In my special little world, I'm the only one who ever thought to use this as a name. It's a happy place. Lots of chocolate, whipped cream, and long baths where no one is allowed to interrupt. But I digress.
A little pat on the back for me yesterday. A couple of teachers stopped the girl at school and told her that her mom was a good baker. I have a batch of the espresso chocolate chip cookies in the fridge as we speak. Mmmmmmm.