On Wednesday, for fun, Millie and I decided to make candied apples.

Can you tell which apple was made by the mom and which one by the four year old?

I left the room briefly whilst Millie was working on her apple, when I came back she was covered in sweet stickiness.

Then I wrapped up the apple I’d made to take to a friend.

In the midst of all of this the door bell rang.

And there sitting on the porch was a special bag of Halloween goodies for Millie from her pal, Hudson.

What JOY!

And what a stash, I might add – thanks, Hudson or should I say, Hudson’s mama!

Millie was so excited she asked if she could take her new plate and cup and play in the bathroom sink. I relented seeing as there was a fair amount of stickiness on Millie and on the kitchen that needed to be dealt with.

About 20 minutes later I heard Millie SCREAMING that she needed help “getting out.”

Getting out of what? I thought.

Apparently, this is Millie’s idea of playing in the sink:

My friends, if I’m not laughing, I am crying – and I can’t lie – I’ve shed a few tears this week.

I have witnesses.