My friend Rebecca and I are attempting pre-school with our little ones. I say "attempting" because it has been a less than consistent endeavor, largely because of me. But in the spirit of the holidays, we decided to get together and make cookies with four children ages 4.5, 3.5, 2.5, 1.5.
Good-bye homemade, hello Betty Crocker.
It went...well...how you might imagine it would go. A lot of laughter, a few tears, a pound of flour on the floor, half a pound of flour on Juliana, sticky fingers, smiling faces, and sugar-high children. That equals success in my eyes.
Gabe and Sam, ready to roll.
There is a cookie under all those sprinkles, I promise.