Not many people know how expressive my girl is.
Most look at her and see a shy young lady sitting by herself and don’t think twice about engaging her in conversation.
But I am here to change your mind.
My girl does not like to touch raw meat, and I like to torment her at every turn about this fact. I do this because…Hellooooo! Mother of the Year.
We were working in the kitchen together this past week and I had her mix up some poor man’s steak~~which I will blog about tomorrow~~.
Please note the gloves on her hands and the utter disgust on her face.
When I laughed at her disgust,
Which made me laugh all the more.
Then we moved on to the struesel topping for the peach tart.
And she got ‘sugar under her naaaaails’.
Then I laughed at her, and she got just a bit sassy.
But I sass so much better than she could ever dream of.