Our family played the game of Life last night. Before each player makes their first move, they need to decide if they will start a career right away, or go to college first.

Peter declared, “I’m going to North Korea!”

Jim tried correcting him by explaining that the word is “career”.

Evidently, it still didn’t sink in because as Peter was picking his career card, he was chanting, “Korea, Korea, Korea.”

The dough was made.

It chilled overnight.

The cookie cutters were sorted (thanks to Peter).

First thing the next morning, the cutting and baking began. Jeremy and Peter were the master cutters (and taste-testers, naturally):

Once all the cookies were cut, I piled up the leftover dough for Peter and Jeremy to play with. Well…long story short, Jeremy had more than his share of raw eggs that day. I left him alone with the dough while I went to fold a load of laundry. When I came back to the kitchen, his dough pile had shrunk considerably. I asked him what happened to his dough. He replied, “I eat dough.”

Thanks to the four junior bakers, the final product turned out fantastic:

Peter

fast,aggressive

tucked-in shirt, belted pants

planes,drawing,running,music

playful