I learned that mixing is hard job requiring many tools. We used at least three spoons and every measuring cup out. At one point a spoon was completely baried in the batter.
Did I mention that a hired handy man was here working. I got called away from baking for a few minutes.
Somehow he took a whole egg out of the cake mix. This is when I decided that he needed a bath and my kitchen needed cleaning.
This is memory that will last a life time. A simple everyday thing going way out of whack.
Make me to hear joy and gladness, Let the bones which You have broken rejoice.
~ Psalm 51:8
696. Baking with my son of laughter.
697. Not becoming overwhelmed or angery at the mess.
698. Enjoying my son's pleasure.