When Georgie and I returned from a brief shopping excursion the other day, we discovered the girls all dejectedly milling about the kitchen. They had wanted to make frosted graham crackers out of Anika’s cookbook but couldn’t find any graham crackers.
I headed upstairs to go monkey around for half an hour before dinner prep needed to begin and they played together nicely downstairs. I barely heard a peep out of them! When I came back down I found a bowl with hot pink goo that had been almost entirely scraped out of it.
Me: Umm, what is this?
Georgie: We made pudding.
Me: Pudding?
I looked around. Nothing on the stove or in the sink would indicate cooking pudding.
Me: That doesn’t look like pudding. That looks like frosting.
Trinity: No, see here’s the recipe.
Me: Umm yes, that says “icing.” Frosting is icing. You made a bowl of frosting. What did you guys put the frosting on?
Georgie: Plates. We had a tea party.
Me: Well yes, but what food did you eat off the plates?
Georgie: Frosting.
Me: What? So you just put a blob of frosting on a plate and ate it off with your fingers?
Georgie (looking completely horrified): No, Mom. Do you think we’re completely uncivilized? We used forks!
Now don’t tell me my children aren’t civilized! I’m fairly sure that my ten year old son was the instigator of a tea party consisting entirely of pink frosting for the meal. I’m really glad we put him in basketball this year.
Rachel
Fiendish friend for effusive fun!
