Baking Christmas cookies and "occupying" the boys with shaving cream seemed like a good idea at the time.
Until Moosie started doing his happy dance and flinging shaving cream all over the place.
And Bubba was driving shaving cream-covered crap all over the kitchen.
Bubba asked that I take a picture of his train "parked at the dock" and this is what he did when I said "Put your head by the train so you'll be in the picture too."
Maybe I can pass off the shaving cream dollops on the cookies as meringue?