"What's going on?" Foil lined the cookie sheet, which held...tiny conversation hearts?
Youngest gave me a stare that was slightly mutinous. "I baked them."
"What did they do?" Waffle chirped in my ear.
"She baked conversation hearts."
"What?!"
I studied Youngest and momentarily tuned Waffle out. "An experiment?"
Youngest nodded slowly.
I bobbed my head.
"She really baked them?"
"I don't think we should bake any more." I tried for a conspiratorial tone as I addressed Youngest. "At most they're going to just get hot. And hard."
Relieved to not be in trouble, Youngest smiled.
Experimental fare. |
Youngest moved to shut off the appliance while I went upstairs again. Standing in my bedroom with the door closed, I whispered, "She baked conversation hearts!"
"You can keep saying it like that, but it doesn't make it any less true," Waffle laughed.
I could no longer keep in the giggles. "She baked conversation hearts!"
"I'm five minutes away, and the static is crazy. I'll be there soon." Waffle hung up, and I went to go collect my stuff.
When I caught up with Waffle in my kitchen several minutes later, I found her contemplating the tray of baked conversation hearts and chewing carefully. "You didn't eat one, did you?"
"Once you get past the shell, you can avoid a trip to the dentist."
"I can't believe you're eating them."
She picked up another. "This one burned. It's got a different ink. It turned almost to glass."
I shook my head. "I'm going to go pack up my computer."
When I returned to the kitchen, I stared at the cookie sheet. "How many of those did you eat?"
Waffle gave me a sheepish look. "Almost all of the orange ones. One of them said turtle dove, but I was trying to read it upside down, and I thought it said something about Trump."
We laughed our way out of the house.
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