The Blessing in the Bread

“Sure, Ma,” she called from the corner of the couch, where she was curled up with a novel.

I jumped into the car to take one of my kids to his orthodontist appointment, followed by a stop at a local store. On the way back, I called home. Something told me to mention the oven. “Moshe, did Chana turn off the oven?”

“Ah, I guess so…” I heard the phone clatter, perhaps to the floor or onto the counter. Then a small voice came on.

“Mommy, Mommy, can I have a treat? I did one of my Shabbos jobs!”