This morning I decided to make a loaf of bread in my bread maker and let Eryn help. She was so excited to help with baking. She got her little apron on and jumped up on her step stool. We quickly added the few ingredients, closed the lid, pushed the button, and we were done.
What happened next, I should have guessed... "Whaaaaaaaaaaat? I wanna stir! No messy?" Then, the screaming continued for a few more minutes. Thank you bread maker for making my job easier and my migraine bigger.
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Poor Eryn. Life's tough. All she wants is to make messes. You're so mean.
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