“I’m independent. I want to do it without any help from the rest of you. And, Tyler, that includes you, too. Except you can help me with the hot oven when I’m ready, Ok?”
One might almost think that Brynn is being a bit prescriptive and a tad bossy. She, on the other hand, would disagree.
At the end of the proceedings, I gave a hand by washing up all the utensils used to produce the final product, but I had to beg her twice to pack away the ingredients in the pantry.
(Above): The recipe, the ingredients required and method to be followed were all Googled and read out aloud during the batter-mixing process. Everything was weighed with utmost precision and accuracy,without any interference from an adult.
(Above): Part of the aftermath of the cake mixing process.
(Above): Hmmph! Where’s Tyler? He’s supposed to help me get these pans into the oven, isn’t he?
(Above): Yummy! 20 minutes later and the batch of 12 is ready. The icing has been prepared and she can hardly wait for the cup-cakes to cool down.
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