Today me and kids decided to make some pretzels from a mix I got for Christmas from Shiloh. Elijah enjoyed kneading the dough all the way up his arm.
Apparently, Lydia only likes to get poop on her fingers, not dough.
I thought watching the dough rise would be a great activity for the kids (for an hour) and I convinced them it would be a magical and wonderful experience... for the next hour!
While the kids watched expectantly I unloaded the dishwasher... onto myself and spilled a cup of water all over the place. I left the kids for 60 seconds to go change my wet jeans. Apparently they got bored quickly with the whole excitement of "watching the dough magically rise" because Lydia came running into my room and flashed her big chocolately smile at me. "See Mommy. Chocolate."
That's funny, we weren't making chocolate pretzels. I followed Lydia to the kitchen. The pantry was open and Lydia led me directly to the suspect package of ... unsweetened baking chocolate. Yum. Elijah was MIA, of course. When he emerged he relayed his account of the events.
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