to the:
"Mom, we can make the cookies, we know how".
So, I let them.
A little flour in the hair never hurt anyone and as far as I know all the sugar is now off my kitchen floor.
(Of course, I can take Julien's picture only with his approval...geez, how long does that phase last?)
They were proud of themselves!
As I'm typing this, my sweet baby boy comes to check on me. My hair is pulled up and he proceeds to tell me about this one "really big patch" of gray hair and that "you probably need to get some of that dye for your hair, Mom".
Nothing like a bit of honesty to make me feel young and pretty!
