I was making pancakes, with Zach helping, when Bronte indicated(by some screaming and hitting) that she wanted a time-out. So, while I was dealing with that, Zach thought he would continue the cooking process. I came out to a very proud boy, who had cracked his egg into the bowl (including some shell, but not too bad), tipped out some flour, dropped the milk on the floor, and was adding some pinches of sugar.
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