Since Santa will be here soon, it was time to bake him some cookies. Chairs were brought up to the kitchen counter. Boys helped add the ingredients. Dad smacked hands that kept trying to reach into the KitchenAid while it was running. Boys yelled and yelled louder to lick the spoon. Finally they were each given a spoon with dough to eat.
Next I rolled out the dough. Cookie cutters were fought over. Cutters were squished into the dough again and again, usually overtop of where it was just placed. Little hands reached in to steal and eat more dough. Finally dad took them both to the bath and I cut and baked the rest, pulling them out of the stove and into the freezer for quick cooling.
Clean little boys then sat at the table. Dad dipped the cookies and tried to show the boys how to add sprinkles. The little boys just dipped their hands in the sprinkles and ate them. Then they each devoured two cookies each, grabbed a sippy cup of milk, and retired to the sofa to watch Might Machines while mom decorated the other 86 cookies.
Perhaps next year they will have more interest in helping versus eating? However, gauging from my husband's enthusiastic eating of the cookies, I doubt it. Ah well. It was still heaps of fun tonight.
Tomorrow we will be delivering cookies and Christmas cards around town to our friends and neighbours. A few will be saved for Santa to eat too.