Claires loves to crack eggs.

You know what's coming, don't you?

In about 15 minutes, Claire managed another one of her creations, for lack of a better word. This time the ingredients came from the refrigerator. Part of a Boston Cream Pie, several eggs, and a Taco Bell cheese roll-up. On a plate. On our family room table. Condiments (mayo, tartar sauce, ketchup, Ranch salad dressing, to name a few) scattered on the table. Lucky for me (and her butt), these were not open. The contents were all intact. I am unable to locate a culinary school that accepts three-year-olds. Any ideas?

And here I was feeling sorry for her because she has a cold and obviously does not feel well. I guess she is either feeling better or the drugs I gave her are working.

I was really looking forward to a piece of Boston Cream Pie after dinner tonight...