Note to self: don’t attempt to bake Barney cup cakes with a 2 year old.
I had to fish little hands and spoons out of the cake mix, repack the cupcake holders several times and then rinse off the kitchen, the child and myself. I had this romantic illusion that it would make me a great mother – all I would have needed was one of those white aprons like in the magazines. Not.
At least he had fun and it didn’t end in tears..