Yesterday, B asked me if we could bake cupcakes for Daddy. How could I deny such a sweet request? Sure, everyone gets messy...but that's all part of the fun.
She picked out everything herself, right down to the sprinkles! (She's sporting steri-strips on her eyebrow from her first major boo-boo last Friday. She gashed her eyebrow at preschool and barely escaped getting stiches. Cried for a few minutes and then forgot all about it.)
Fast forward to today...B was enjoying a cupcake while I cleaned up after dinner. I turned around to see that she had "shared" her cupcake with her sister. When I first caught her Mia was shaking from head to toe, she was so excited. She just KNEW she was getting something she wasn't supposed to have. :) YUM--floor cupcake. :)