"Your house smells like chocolate! Again!" said 6 year old Elle when she knocked on my door. I'd been caught skiving off (that's wagging for you Americans) and instead of doing all the things I was supposed to on Sunday. But there I was, in the kitchen, making cupcakes. Of all things.
I'm often caught cooking when I am supposed to be doing something else. I feel like if I have a spare 15 minutes that means theoretically I can bake something. Elle decided on the spot that our apartment was "the most fun" and wondered out loud whether she could come round more often for playdates. "We don't have to make food, we could make other things too..."