I didn’t always talk, but mostly watched as they worked. Though they didn’t say much to each other as they worked on their separate sections, I knew they were in sync; always thinking the same thing. My dad would finish cutting a piece and ask my mom how it was. She’d always give him a satisfactory smile as if it was her own idea of the creation, like she would have cut it the exact same way. The smell of the icing filled my nose as I told my mom that I want to punch the teddy bear that she’d baked. It was fun to tease her and get my dad to quietly chuckle when he momentarily lost focus. My brother and I worked simultaneously at teasing my mom whenever she and my dad baked.