The sweetness of family time in a cramped space.

So, my husband is making chocolate chip cookies for FHE. Six very eager pairs of hands are helping with every step, when I overhear, "No touching! And what I mean by that is no touching!" So, of course I reply with some smarty comment about what he means by that, only to hear this gem, "Get your tongue off the mixer!"

Also, we just happen to be making cookies to disco music ('cause sometimes you just gotta have a little Abba). So he asked the many helpers to move their hinders (the "out of the way" was implied) and the three-year old started to boogie, asking her dad "like this? Move my hinder like this?"

It's just that kind of night. But, hey! Cookies!