On one lazy day my littles and I decided to break out something we discovered in the baking aisle at the Teeter.
Choco-brownie-chips. Enough. Said.
My little chef was eager to help...by begging to lick the spatula every step of the way. I managed to hold her off until I had finished using it.
What, you don't wear a fluffy feather tiara when you bake? That's odd.
She licked that thing with gusto and a little of her trademark sass.
At this point Tiny Chef started to protest, loudly, about being left out of the fun. So I gave him a spoon of his own.
Hello. I'm in love.
Someone managed to skip out on the dishes, by informing me that there was a "pitchers that just needs to be col-warred Mom". I need to remember that tactic for tomorrow night after dinner.