It was cold and raw outside today, so Andy and I stayed home. My mom had a brilliant idea- we should make Rice Krispie Treats! So out we bundled to get Rice Krispies and marshmallows and butter.
It was going so well. He got the marshmallows- minus one- into the bowl. We watch the marshmallow expand in the microwave. We measured out the Krispies, six cups. We talked about measuring. He liked putting his hands in them, and he decided they tasted good. All systems were go.
Teh marshamllows came out of the microwave, we dumped the Krispies in, and stirred together. We spread them into the pan- my big pan, so they wouldn't be so thick and cut little mouths. So far so good.
Then I cut them. Not so good, as Andy wanted to cut, too, and we had to be told to put th knife down rather sharply. We had to wait a minute so they could cool.
Then Mom tried to hand Andy a Rice Krispie Treat.
After asking, begging, pleading, modeling, modeling again, more begging, asking, showing... no go. He finally would take one into his hand, but he will not put it in his mouth.
Can I just say, "more for me" and go to bed now?