We were making cookies tonight, the King and I. I couldn't find my reading glasses, so he had to help me decipher the recipe (I think the print is shrinking). We took turns measuring and adding ingredients (cooking makes for great science, math, and reading). I would plop the dough onto the cookie sheet, and he would arrange the cookies neatly in rows. That was the plan.
I told him that he needed to make sure they were in even rows, spaced two inches apart, or they just wouldn't turn out. "But, mom...you know it doesn't matter what they look like - these have so much love in them they are going to be great!"
Excuse me, I know the tissue is here somewhere.