but not before I'd played in the floury kitchen mess I'd left the evening before, when I made our gingerbread cookie place cards. Some year in the distant future, SugarPlum will get to help with those, but Nana isn't of a mind to set her feast table with cookies scrawled upon by a 3 year old artist with an icing bag. I do have my limits. One might not think so, though, given this display of juvenile behavior. Don't charge it to my account, because I rarely have an original thought; Son3 did it first.On this day, the Plum and I made the springerles, and when I had her take a whiff of the anise extract, she recoiled and proclaimed, "Ew, that's DisGusting!"
When the cookies were all baked, cooled, and stored, there was still time for kitchen cuddles.
And paternal tastebuds dot the child's palate, because a mere lick of the beater had produced, "Mmm, that's very tasty!" so she went home last night with two boy cookies and two girl cookies (and three Hershey's Cordial Kisses).
For ye were sometimes darkness, but now are ye light in the Lord: walk as children of light: Ephesians 5:8
2 comments:
Now, I've heard of "pancake" makeup, but never "cookie" makeup. Nice tatoos!!
That SugarPlum is just adorable! And you, Nana, always look so happy when she's with you. Happy isn't even the right word...it's much deeper than that...............
I LOVED these pictures of you and Sugarplum....they were so sweet! You both look like such kindred spirits...Janie
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