Of course in order to get to this point, utter carnage has taken place. About two seconds into the activity, I was already regretting it. The girls are covered from head to toe in flour and I'm not much better. After I snatch the bowl away from them in a huff, yes me the parent, in order to stop Big M eating the butter instead of rubbing it into the flour (yes both my children like to eat blocks of butter -eugh- must be the dad genes), I finally get on with making the damn things. Meanwhile the girls are literally rolling their bodies on the flour covered work top and generally spreading the flour as far as they can across the kitchen.
I then endure 25 mins of 'are they ready yet mum?' at 2 min intervals. However, the good news is little E is having her nap, Big M is watching TV and I am now enjoying my hot scone and tea. I'm just not looking behind me........

That's so funny!, love days like that. At least you had a nice end result, i usually forget to put the timer on and they get all burnt!!!
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