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Christmas Cookies

Katie and I stopped by to see Liz, Jeff, Maria, and David for breakfast on Saturday morning. Maria was in top form. She decided at one point that she wanted to go swimming. Jeff enthusiastically (and over Liz's halfhearted objections) set up the wading pool in the living room:
You will notice that Maria very carefully put on her rain boots first, so that her feet would not get wet. She was so concerned about Jeff getting his feet wet that she demanded that he put his boots on, too. Jeff instead took off his shoes and socks and rolled up his pant legs before getting in. This appeased her:
Another kid-friendly activity we did with Maria was decorating Christmas cookies. Some friends of Liz and Jeff made them a very generous gift of a few dozen undecorated cookies along with three colors of icing all ready to go in individual squeeze bottles.

Liz and Jeff took turns helping Maria frost the cookies. Katie conversed with whichever parent was not decorating with Maria. I, on the other hand, got fully immersed in the decoration:
Most of them were "serious" compositions, either solo or in conjunction with Maria (who was responsible for the large globs of color on the two chocolate cookies, which I then decorated further).

Knowing my proclivities, Katie admonished me at the start not to do anything weird. I was able to restrain myself for the first six cookies, but then I had to end on a strong note. My piece de resistance:
Note the bloodshot eyes and the blood-stained teeth.

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  1. MT10:36 PM

    I have to mention that you TOLD Maria the red dots on the teeth were blood! Great to see you. :)

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