L is making something in the kitchen.
And she won’t tell me what it is.
There’s chocolate, and butter.
WHAT IS SHE MAKING.
I’m sneaking in and taking pictures when she’s not looking, and narrating the whole thing in film-noir-type voices. I’ve been kicked out of the kitchen three times so far. I’m sure she’ll tell me what it is when she’s done, but this way is way more fun.
SOMETHING IS COMING OUT OF THE OVEN.
It’s a chocolate cake.
Now she’s frosting it.
And having some issues.
There’s a lot of frosting.
TOO MUCH FROSTING
She is apologetic.
Isn’t she the greatest? All is forgiven, honeybabe. You didn’t have to bake me a cake!
But let’s eat some, since we have it.
Happy Christmahannukwanzikkagiving, everybody!