Youngest and her friend decided to bake cookies for a friend's birthday. Dough, food coloring and frosting were all purchased independent of any adult intervention. Deciding to let them run with it, I advised against getting food coloring anywhere other than in the frosting, and reminded them that the oven is hot. Then I retreated to the porch, where I could hear what was going on, but wouldn't have to look at it.
Ah, the innocence of children. Well, maybe not, because I distinctly heard "nasty frosting spooge", and, while they were trying to force frosting from a syringe (?!) - "Push, Vanessa, push!", followed by "I feel like I just gave birth."
The fruits of their labor?
a mudkip (apparently a Pokemon thing):
a BIG cookie, aka "Cookie of Epic Proportions":
Put them together, and you get:
Umm...aren't kids great?