This morning the children and I had a conference. We planned to bake a special project for our unit on lighthouses this afternoon. And lunch came. And then the afternoon came. Time to get everything together for our project. Time for the children to dig in their heels and become ornery.
OK, I admit it, I got fed up. And announced, “Fine, I’ll bake the cake myself without your help.” And stormed into the kitchen. And then turned right back around. And told that children, “No, forget it. No cake. I’m not having fun. This was supposed to be a fun project. Mama’s not having fun, so we are not going to do it.”
I picked up the crying baby and went back into the kitchen. To clean up. Less than 2 minutes later, David and Mary arrived. And announced that they would bake the cake. David would be the chef and Mary would be his assistant.
And clean up the flour.
But it was very peaceful, my idea of a fun time.
And when they were done with that…
Mary says: “Work is fun, Mom!”
Mama got to do the fun part: