I remember my mom buying me the &quot;kid&quot; version of all her pots and pans.  They were then same exact things, just in a smaller size.  We had picked blackberries that day and came home to make cobbler.  I made my own little bobbler whil my mom made a regular size cobbler.  I remember putting it into the oven and being so excited to see the end result.  We took both of them out of the over, let them cool and ate dinner.  After dinner I got to eat *MY* cobbler all on my own.  My mom, who is gone now, will never know how much that meant to me and why this is one of the reasons that I love the kitchen so much.