the hubby’s brother got us a 3 month free trial of netflix for christmas.
we are now junkies, every time netflix does not work or does not load fast enough we fear that our free trial has run out, it is traumatizing for all involved.
i have developed a gigantic crush on this man: and if the show was still on, i would leave my family just to travel with him and eat the food.
i am a soulless woman.
but this post is not about me, it is about my lovelies.
my daughters have become fervent fans of this man: (we seem to have a thing for short, chubby, dark-haired men) and yesterday they asked if they could make cakes and cupcakes.
“sure,” i said. “i have cake mixes downstairs.”
they whipped those babies up and got them cooking then came to me and asked:
“so, where are those little things that we can squeeze the frosting out of and make fancy designs?” one asked rubbing her hands together.
“i don’t own any.” i, killer of dreams, replied.
“nothing?” she asked in shock.
“nothing.” i replied in non-shock.
“do you know how to make that frosting that is hard?” she tried again.
“no.” said i, now having massacred their dreams.
“what about cut-outs? any cut-outs?” now they were both staring at me incredulously.
“nothing. although i do have food coloring.” i offered.
“looks like we are going to have to work some magic ourselves.” she said walking away.
although they dreamed of this when those betty crocker cakes mix boxes were opened:
they created this from the lowliest kitchen around:TLC…… unwittingly killing children’s dreams one show at a time.
just wait until our daughters find out we don’t say yes to the dress.