My mom came to help me out yesterday. I had some photo editing to get done, and I knew that wasn't going to happen with three kiddos. I suggested that they make cookies while Jack napped.
Kyla took a handful of the chocolate crinkle cookie dough and had at it. I think she enjoyed herself a little too much.
My little Sophie is always asking to help me cook, so I wasn't surprised to see her covered in flour, dough, and "the good stuff"(as she lovingly refers to powdered sugar.)
Now I have a bunch of chocolate cookies that I really shouldn't eat. I'm suspicious that chocolate may be one of the culprits that is causing Jack to spit and have tummy aches, that and milk. sigh.