Speaking of baked goods, my young children decided to make some gingerbread cookies this weekend. They measured everything (narrowly avoided using 1T of cloves instead of 1t of cloves - we fished out the extra), and I finished mixing it up. I gave them the dough to roll out and put on pans. For me, that would take about 10 minutes, and I'd do other things while they bake. So I wander off to do my own things, and I hear a tale of carnage and death from the kitchen. It's all "Look, his head fell off! Ooops, his arm tore! I'm murdering gingerbread men!!! (Ambulance noises here) Let's do surgery and see if we can squish his head back on!"
I about fell on the floor laughing. I had no idea gingerbread cookies would be so entertaining...