My last best hope is Preschooler D. So far, so good. Here he is making spaghetti with his dad the other night.
This year was really going to be our year for roll out cookies. It started out quite promising. Isn't this precious? This is exactly how I imagined it. (It was a Home Day. I'm not wearing mascara. Move on with your life.)
But then we got to the decorating part. Now, I don't care about any kind of research you can show me. My personal experience is that boys and girls are different. While I was picturing a lovely pretty princess fairy sugar dusting of the cookies, Hurricane D came by with double fisted sugar pumping action.
Actually the tray still looked pretty good at that point.
I don't know if we made precious memories or not, but I have a feeling we'll still be picking sprinkles out of our socks come Easter.