Grandma’s. They’re the best. They do things with their grandkids that moms are just too tired or not patient enough to do. Okay, MY mom does things with MY kids that I CLEARLY am not patient enough for.
Like baking cookies.She got them all going on it. The oldest stirred and balled the mix. Gramma rolled it.
The middle kid rolled it in sugar and handed it to the little one to place on the cookie sheet.
HEY!!! Place it on the cookie sheet, NOT in your mouth. Toddlers, you can never trust them.
What a group of bakers. Good thing gramma’s are built for this sort of stuff.
Look at that! There were even some that didn’t land in the Little Man’s mouth.
And they were topped off with a candy corn because… because…. because gramma brought them and the boys insisted they go on top.
And me? Well I helped too!
I ate the cookies.
Burp.