The Making of Pie

I had a helper.

There were some tense moments.

There was chaos.

There were apples on the floor.

There was licking of little fingers.

There was flour everywhere.

I might have yelled a couple times.

(But I didn't say any swear words).

Then, it was finally time to paint the pie.

All of the chaos and yelling and licking stopped,

and it was just a mom and her kid,

making a pie.

Then, it was clean-up time.

I didn't have a helper for that part.



And now, we have pie.

And tonight, we get to eat it.
Na-nanny boo boo.