When I went over to visit the new granddaughter during my fall break, I took some fall cookie cutters and some fall-colored sprinkles. Harris and I made some sugar cookies and added some sprinkles.
Some made it onto the cookies.
Lots made it onto the counter.
Lots made it onto the floor.
Just what parents of a newborn and a four-year-old want - a grandmother who comes and makes another mess for them to clean up.
Harris thought the cookies were great and they were tasty. Boy, they were a mess, though.
Then, I got these photos the other day:
Bryan referenced the sprinkles as "the gift that keeps on giving."
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