One day


 "One day, the magic in the Halliwell kitchen was undone by an ancient dust that Wyatt had playfully sprinkled.

Unable to cook with magic, Piper sighed and started from scratch: flour, eggs, oil, a real oven.

When the first cake came out of the oven – charred on one side – Piper burst out laughing. Leo walked in, smelled the burning smell and asked:

“What magic are you doing?”

She shook her head:

“No magic. I’m just being a mom.”

Wyatt ran over, took a bite of the burnt cake and exclaimed:

“Yum!”

And Piper realized: The real magic is not in the hands, but in the heart – and in the cake dough."

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