Relief hit me immediately. Maddie adores Jenna. And honestly I have missed having someone who understands the difference between glitter glue and regular glue.
My mom also offered to help in the meantime if we get stuck.
So the crisis is basically over.
And Natalie volunteered to do the cupcakes today.
She said it like it was nothing.
"I haven't baked them in years. How hard can cupcakes be?"
I pull into the driveway looking forward to being home.
I push open the front door and immediately hear mayhem.
Maddie talking a mile a minute about something.
Daisy barking.
The electric whine of the mixer.
Something metallic clattering across the floor.
Then a small cloud of flour drifts through the hallway like a snowstorm escaping the kitchen.
I stop.
Blink once.
This can't be good.
I walk into the kitchen and find an absolute disaster.
Flour coats the counter.
Egg shells are everywhere.
Sprinkles have somehow migrated to the floor, the cabinets, and the dog.
Natalie stands in the middle of the room with a wooden spoon in her hand and flour across her cheek like she lost a fight with a bakery.
Maddie is standing on a chair wearing an apron that says LITTLE BOSS.
Daisy is licking something suspicious off the floor.
"Daddy!" Maddie shouts.
"We're baking cupcakes."
Natalie sighs.
"We are currently in the middle of a cupcake situation."
I lean against the doorway and cross my arms.
"Looks like the cupcake power play is going great... or not."
Natalie points the spoon at me like a referee about to call a penalty.
