My middle daughter, the well adjusted pretty one, loves to COOK. Let us bow for a word of prayer and thanksgiving...
Hallelujah and Thankyou Jesus!
"Mom," she yelled from the den, "the cupcakes aren't cool yet. Don't eat one...I still need to ice them."
"Mom?"
My mouth was full at that moment so I couldn't answer. But trust me, I know how to ice a cupcake...
And eat it very very fast...
And destroy the evidence before anybody realizes what's going on.
And smile secretly to myself, knowing none will be the wiser.
