a rainy day…

… is perfect for some baking!

“What shall we make?” I ask the board. “Biscuits with porridge in them, please, mummy”, says the big one. “Bikkie, bikkie, bikkie”, chants the little one. “Umm… no coconut, and no oats, little boy”. “Wah” says the big one. “Bikkie, bikkie, bikkie”, chants the little one. With a feeling of kinship with Old Mother Hubbard, I survey the pantry, desperate for a diversion. “What about choc-chip cookies?” I plead. “We have biscuits, not cookies, silly mummy”, states the big one. “Bikkie, bikkie, bikkie”, chants the little one.

And so, crisis averted, we make choc-chip biscuits. With white chips, since it appears someone may or may not have eaten the chocolate ones. And despite not being “biscuits with porridge”, Bear seemed to have no qualms in accepted an offered beater. “Who wants a lick?”

“Me, me, me” chants the big one. “Mine, mine, bikkie, bikkie” chants the little one.