DH is working late-a server down and customers are screaming. I am doing single parent duty for dinner. I sit next to the baby, anticipating that I will get slimed. (I did.) The big boys and I are talking about bread. We had fresh bread with our bean soup for dinner tonight. #1 had started a batch of cookies before dinner. I tell him that he has to finish making the cookies before he moves on to another task. To my left I hear:
the entire table erupts in laughter
I think #6 expressed her opinion very well.
I think she gets the first snickerdoodle out of the oven.