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Tonight was the chosen night for making Christmas cookies at our house.

First, the dog ran off.

Just kidding… that was yesterday, when I was trying to get the kids off to school for the last time before the break.

After dinner, I shooed the children out of the kitchen so I could clean up the dishes and prepare for The Event.

As if a cooking show hostess, I measured out each ingredient and put them into separate bowls for the children to add when it came time.  I set up the mixer.  I got out the cookie sheets.  I put together the cookie press (yes, I have one).  And then… I called them in.

After pushing each other out of the way and pulling up chairs and stools, Dan sent them all off to go wash their hands.  When they returned, there was more pushing and shoving.  I had them each line up to dump in their ingredients, as the mixer slowly churned.

One child dumped the bowl in with the ingredients.

Two children were put into a timeout for shoving.

One child was given hot sauce on the tongue (Sassy Spray doesn’t work for him anymore) for using inappropriate language.

Sprinkles were dumped.

Dough was devoured.

The cookie press didn’t cooperate.

But… finally, the pans were ready to hit the oven.  (And the parents were ready to hit the bottle!)

Then came the clean up.  And a lesson in sweeping.  And a Flat Maria covered in sprinkles – at first accidentally, then purposefully.

Unfortunately for him, the evening ended with Jack writing sentences.  But, he got the last word in, as you can see: