Death by Sprinkles

The cookies never saw it coming.

And Amanda’s kitchen will never be the same.

But the kiddos made flour and sprinkles into a new art form.

The only downside — deciding halfway through the afternoon that we should have set up a video camera to capture the giggling, shrieking, wiggling, sprinkly fun we were having. (And to get a picture of Becky! Becky was there, too, but she took all the pictures! Hi Becky!)

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You’d never know there are sugar cookies under there. Somewhere.

Martha Stewart, eat your heart out.

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