A little fun with flour

In order to give Jeigh's kids something to do when they came to my house (I was feeling a little guilty for asking them to clean), I decided we should try making pretzels. So, before they came over, I made the dough so it could start to rise. Owyn, however, didn't think that I should be doing that alone. She begged and begged to help, so I gave her a teeny, tiny bit of flour to work with. Honestly, this was less than a tablespoon of flour.

She wasn't too sure what to do with it at first, but it didn't take long for her artistic side to manifest itself.

Of course, you aren't a true cook if you don't do a little tasting along the way.

She even involved me! (I had a hard time washing these pants, by the way. There were two handprints on the other leg by the end of the morning, and they were just so sweet!)

I'm thinking this face alone is worth the little mess I had to clean up later!

Looks like she agrees.