Charlie wanted a date this week so we decided Wednesday would be the day and cooking would be the fun. He asked for an apron so as not to get "sticky stuff" all over my clothes.
(This is how it looked on the cake pan box)
This is his version. . . .mighty good . . . .mighty good.
Some cooks make a pretty big mess but he's very good about cyeaning up after himself. (That is not a typo---that's how he says it).
When he was all done he noticed the floor was VERY wet and dirty. "Gramma, do you have a mop?" "Yes, Charlie, I do. . .would you like to use it?" "Yup"
There are no words for this one. . . . it speaks for itself.
As he rounded the corner, the TV caught his attention and it was all she wrote.