On Sunday morning the kids and I made muffins while Michael had a rare sleep in. The muffins went into the oven, I started cleaning up and the kids went into Milly's room to play. After about ten minutes of almost silence I went in to see if there was any mischief happening. The kids were happily sitting in the toy basket playing doctors. I returned to the kitchen, content in the knowledge that nothing sinister was going on.
After about five minutes Emily came rushing through asking for a spoon - "big one" and I gave it to her. Her next request was a cup of milk I am not sure why I gave it to her but I did. As soon as my brain kicked into gear I realised what I had given her and went to investigate.
While I had been cleaning up the kids had squirreled
the muffin ingredients (including mixing bowl) into the room. When I enquired what they were up to the told me they were "making medicine". I think certification as pharmacists is a way off as they had a concoction of sugar, cinnamon and milk and were feeding it to each other. The toy basket ended up on the verandah turned upside down as it was the only way I could think of to get the fine coating of sugar off everything without making a haven for ants.
We keep revelling in the fact that the two of them play together, but there are times when it is more hassle than it is worth.