Karma

So, Maddie loves to bake.  If there is a sweet tooth that needs to be satisfied, we call Maddie. Sadie loves to "help" Maddie with the baking.  They are little dreams, except for the clean-up. Maddie is great at creating, not so good about making the mess disappear.  I tend to follow up after the baking and do the cleaning.  So, the other day Ms. Maddie announced that her and Sadie wanted to bake some cookies.  I believe the first thing I said was "NOOO!" or "The he_ _ you are!" Just kidding, I didn't really swear.  Or maybe I did.  I don't recall.  Then I felt guilty because that was really rude to not let my girls nuture those kitcheny instincts ("Kitcheny"??? I guess the word I am looking for is homemaking skills).  So, I compromised and told Maddie she could make a box of brownies.  Of course I was sure I had solved the problem that so plagues me when my girls bake.  How could there possibly be a mess to clean up with just a box of brownie mix.  Hmmm... Maddie + brownie box + my arrogance = MORE SWEARING.  

"Um.. Mom could you please come help me.  The brownie mix just attacked me."

Can someone tell me what I have done in my life to deserve this?  Actually, I would ask all of you to keep it to yourselves.  My kids read this blog.  

Loves to my two delightful mess-makers.  You are the best princesses a queen could ever want.