Dear Son #1,
Sometimes, I confess, that as a parent I conjure up these ideas in my head and think it will look like something from the cover of “Today’s Parent”. Today, for example, I thought it would be a magical bonding moment to bake together. And it was, for the first 3 minutes, then not so much…
Me: Okay buddy, just pour this cup of flour in the bowl.
You: Flour there!
Me: Right so now it’s half on the counter and half on the floor but no matter, we buy our flour from Costco.
You: A mess.
Me: Yes darling but it’s all part of the fun isn’t it? Now turn the mixer to the second speed.
You: Pieter push button.
Me: Yep that was the eighth speed and now there’s batter everywhere but that’s okay we’re having fun!
Me: Did you just spit in the batter?
And that is why I haven’t invited you to bake with me again, I hope you understand.
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