Occasionally, I attempt to do an activity with one or more of the kids.
I think they enjoy it. Plus, it makes me feel better about myself.
Today, we cracked open the kids’ cookbook that a very good friend of mine gave to our family for Christmas. The inscription (which I hadn’t noticed until now) begins: “Your mom was an awful cook when she was a kid…”
Gee, it’s nice to have friends with long memories!
We made the pretzels anyway:
And they were scrumptious!
Thank you, my friend. You’ll pass along my appreciation to Betty, too, won’t you?