Every year since we've been married, (and a few before that) I've baked and decorated Christmas cookies with Anthony's dad. We have a great time, and we've perfected our recipe. This year we decided to add to the fun and chaos, so Sam was given a little bit of cookie dough to play with.
Things started out fairly well. Cute Christmas outfit--check. Cookie dough--check. Good time--check. Then he ate the cookie dough...so we tried to take it from him. His reaction?
To make things a little safer/salmonella-free, we gave him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich which he then insisted on icing. I can't say I blame him.
Anthony thought it would be hilarious if Sam had an icing mustache. I didn't really think it was that funny. Sam did. (Notice we transitioned to a much-needed bib.)
By the end our our night, he was practically naked with icing from head to toe. Bath time was interesting.
And now, the score:
Sam--5
Christmas tree--0
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