"I'm going to throw some flour on top of this," Natalie said.
I was like:
Well. The words, not so much.
Natalie felt the need to put flour everywhere: the cookies. The cookie sheet. The counter. Her head. ("I'm pretending it's snow!") The floor.
She's the same way with glitter, so I shouldn't have been surprised.
A lot of people post blog posts of smiling children baking Christmas cookies in the kitchen with them.
There's a lot of shouting in our kitchen, mostly because Natalie decides to do her own thing. For instance, she will begin painting her nails with the icing. She'll take a bite of the cookie she has been decorating and put it in the container for someone else to eat. I'll let her roll out the dough and she'll do it so hard that everything will stick to the rolling pin.
Tommy's all, "Natalie just licked her fingers and is still frosting the cookie." Then he'll gag when she puts the cookie in the container. He doesn't like other people's germs.
So I have one child throwing baking products in the air like confetti.
I have another one completely grossed out.
And then someone is like, "Is that SMOKE coming from the oven? What's that smell?"
Or, "The gingerbread house just fell apart."
It's chaotic. Things break. People cry.
Maybe it'll be better in a few years?