So, this weekend while babysitting my neice and nephew I made the mistake of telling Easton and Molly that I was going to make cupcakes on Sunday. Molly walked around the house all night saying, "Cake." "Cake?" "Cake!" Easton was so excited that I invited him to join in the fun. All night he rehersed the following events.
"First I go to sleep...then I wake up and go to church...then I make cupcakes at Brecken's...have a party."
"First I go to sleep...then I wake up and go to church...then I make cupcakes at Brecken's...have a party."
And so on and so on.
So at 2:00 on the dot--or at least as long as it took Easton to get home from church--we had a baking guest. Here is the result of our party!
These were caught BEFORE they double dipped in the batter--shhhh---don't tell Ryan!
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