Do tell me why this would be fun? What changes in our lives that licking the beaters, getting chocolate all over your face, and not caring about it happens? I remember LOVING to get the beater. I would run and hide outside to keep it away from my siblings.
A couple weeks ago, I sent the older girls outside to enjoy the beaters. Clairvaux must have been observing with her two-year-old thought process. Beaters=Outside. So, I was making Mashed Potatoes the other day and gave it to Clairvaux to lick. She looked at me and questioned, "Outside?" She was asking me if I wanted her to go outside. You know, that is what you do if you get a beater.
The older kids were out for the afternoon so it was just her and I making a French Silk Pie for John. I gave her the bowl to lick.
By the end of it, she was BITING the BOWL.
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