Nate and I made brownies last night. He seemed to think that all we were whipping up was a big bowl of brownie batter, since he made it quite clear he was eager to dig right in. I explained to him that we had to bake the brownies first, but he could lick the spoon. He had a great time with that spatula, I’ll tell you.
It got messier…
…and messier…
…and well, you get the point.
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1. Always allow a second dipping of the spoon. This is of utmost importance when one is two years old (perhaps the tiniest bit in a bowl of his own; spoken like a true Gramma). 2. Yes, Nate. It’s chockit. 3. I fail to see how it could possibly get any better, even baked. 4. You two cheered me up. For sure. 5. ‘Would like to be in on it next time
There are several more bags of mix in that enormous box…we’ll be sure to make one with you, Mom!