Making the neighborhood gift with my children . . .

It seemed like such a great idea at the time, and it actually was quite enjoyable for about 80% of the time. Then there was Lucy spilling flour out onto the floor and David having breakdowns each time I had to take the bowl away from him to make a new batch of mix resulting him not being able to take his measuring spoon and toss freshly made mix onto my counters.  I will try to remember and focus on the 80% that was glorious ;)