My kids have always helped me bake since they could stand safely on a stepstool (wide plastic step). My son is almost 10 yrs old and my daughter is 7-1/2 yrs old now.
A couple of years ago I called them down to help me bake cookies. I had a package mix that you just added eggs and water. Once they were on their steps and I pulled out the bag, my son says to me, "That's it? That's not baking cookies!" and went back upstairs and wouldn't come back down! lol Guess he wanted to bake from scratch.
One of my prized pics is the one of my then-2-year old son, who had pulled my big cake pans out of the cabinet and was sitting in my 12x18, next to the big bucket of icing that I used to buy back then, with his face covered with icing and a big wooden spoon full of icing stuck in his face.
That 2 year old is now 23 years old and a veteran of two tours of Iraq as a Marine Sgt!
ooh, i like this thread already!
about a year ago i had made a little 8 inch for a baby shower. i had it sitting on the kitchen counter and ran downstairs to grab something and when i came back there was a little finger gouge in the side of the cake -right on the front. so i asked my daughter who was not quite 4 at the time if she had done it (this was the beginning of her i'm-a-big-liar-face stage) if she had done it and she of course denied. so i asked the 2 year old and he had been sitting on daddy's lap the whole time. however he did say he did. then sophie said "well i saw a little kid around here about my size come through the kitchen and lick your cake". so now it's hard to not to crack up as i'm giving the kid the business for something she knows not to do. we had to threaten to call santa and get the real story since he knows and sees everything before she finally fessed up to LICKING my cake!
luckily the cake was for my aunt to take to work so i fixed the frosting and told my aunt to eat that slice!
what can i say? the kid likes frosting!
My daughter was a toddler and my oldest son had had a birthday on Sunday. It was Monday morning and we were in the usual run-around, getting ready for school and work. I walked into the kitchen and my daughter was sitting on the floor with the cake box, with the leftover cake, beside her. She had somehow pulled it off the table onto the floor without flipping it over, then opened the box. She had gotten plenty of cake and icing into her mouth and then had 'painted' the floor around her with icing, as well as her legs, arms and cheeks. I had to laugh and call my boys to see her as well as to bring the camera !
OMG! These are too cute! I don't have a story! I don't even have kids yet! But, I will read all yours! LOL
I had made a baseball cake for my niece, and my 3 year old while I was getting ready went out and stuck his finger in it, and came back to the bathroom, and told me the icing was really good. Didn't hit me at first what he was saying until I saww the icing in his mouth...then I panicked! Sure enough, he had run his finger through the icing in the baseball...luckily I was able to star-tip over it, and nobody knew any different. After a stern lecture, and a hug...he hasn't touched one since...he's been tempted, but the look usually deters him from trying it! This thread is too cute!
Funny!
With one of my very first paid cakes ~ a few years ago, I set my half sheet cake out to cool on the table. I came into the kitchen an hour later, and there were little bite marks on the corner of the cake! The baby (about 18 months old) had gotten to the cake and decided she needed a snack! I had to cut off the corners of the cake to salvage it!
My three year old twin girls are my assitants in the kitchen. They run around saying "can i taste it" and when I don't they just taste it anyway. The cuttest thing they do is sing happy birthday to the cake and/or the characters. This makes up for them ruining cakes and batters in the mixer when they add extra ingredients... hee, hee
I have to keep my eyes open at all times
Every time I make a cake my daughters ask at each stage of the process whether they could help. So one day I was making a cake for my father when I figured I could let them help me make the batter - a homemade dark chocolate cake. They helped me put all of the ingredients into the bowl one by one. Then it was time to turn the mixer on. So I let my oldest (5 at the time) turn the switch. I told her to only turn it to the 2, next thing I see is chocolate flying all over the counter and the floor. She had turned it all the way up to 6. What a mess!
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