For once, I am not being facecious. Last night, I had four children under the age of seven, making a quadruple batch of cookies and we had an absolute blast.

I love being the nice Auntie who lets them do whatever their hearts desire and then send them home, filled with caffeine and sugar to their mothers who quickly withdraw any sort of gratefulness they had extended.

Four spoons, eight hands, globs of cookie dough everywhere, mouth spewing chocolate chips and the children were sneezing, coughing, hacking and stirring with their hands which had been only God Knows Where.

And I am feeding them to my unsuspecting coworkers who think it is just charming that I would spend an evening with small children in such constructive activities.



Perhaps, I have found my calling in life. Using small children to unwittingly kill people.