Today the kids and I made Christmas cut-out sugar cookies. I let them help me roll the dough and create shapes of all sorts, including pumpkins, shamrocks, motorcycles, and butterflies. (Not very Christmasy, but it works for us.) When we were done with that, I put out the sprinkles and let them have fun decorating. I walked away and did whatever I do.
"We're done," they announced about fifteen minutes later. "We used all the sprinkles!"
"What?" I asked. "There were six full containers of sprinkles. There's no possible way you used all of them!"
"Yeah, we did," said Bubba. "Come and see."
I walked over to the cookies trays. There on the table, were six empty sprinkle containers. On the trays were piles of sprinkles. "Excuse me," I said, brushing some sprinkles to the side. "Where are the cookies?"
Bubba grinned. "Buried. They don't want to get burned!"