Daddy Boy got Rahab a silicone pig mold for Valentine’s Day. Let’s just say she’s been hard at it.
She asked to make brownies the other day. For some reason I always sign on to these bad ideas. She came up to me later and said, “Mother, it was an accident. I turned on the mixer and it all just pluffed out.”
At what point does it stop being and “accident” and become exactly what you thought would happen? There are no surprises here.
At least she has a supportive fan base.
“Look, it’s a pig!”
They don’t photograph well, but taste delicious.