So apparently the munchkin snuck a work book (a few years above her official grade) into school, to ‘work on when she was bored’. (Her teacher sent it back home. ) I’m not gonna lie, I find that kind of hilarious.

Later, still baking, the munchkin comes up to me again. I’m just opening a coke at my working area, and she looks up at me with a smile. “It that /baking/ soda? ”

I can’t even groan, that was a good one.