Hint, Hint

I walked into the kitchen yesterday afternoon and got the strongest impression that Chloe really wanted to make chocolate chip cookies:

My favorite part was that she knew most of the ingredients and had them all ready and waiting (how can she be 7 and already know TWO sticks of butter are required?!?):

Or maybe my favorite part was the measuring cups, all lined up by size:

She even knew which bowl I like to use and found both beaters for the mixer:

With prompting like that, I made haste and got the oven heating.  And then  I got to spend an afternoon baking cookies with my girls, listening to our new favorite music (Pomplamoose's Tribute to Famous People--thanks for the suggestion, Sarah!).  When the girls asked to lick the beaters, "La Vie En Rose" was playing.  How could I say no? 

I was in such a good mood, I even let them lick the bowl (even if they looked and acted like feral wolves while doing so):

Thankfully, nobody got salmonella or lost any digits in the crazy brouhaha to get the dough remnants clinging to the sides of our trusty red bowl.  And let it be known:  I can totally take a hint!  (Especially when it leads to the glorious afternoon I spent with my adorable little sous chefs.)