The children and I made puppy chow this year. Along with candy and dozens of loaves of banana bread, we were in the kitchen a lot. The kids wanted to help with the puppy chow. Madie stirred the chocolate and peanut butter and Ben did some shaking. Ainsley helped count the ingredients. Ben really got into the shaking. He insisted he could do it better climbed on top of the chair.
We made five batches. We ate a some that night. Ben was so funny. He came up to me, patted me on the back, and said, “Mom, I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, but . . . Susan’s (our friend from Nebraska) puppy chow tasted better. Just a little bit, Mom. But I liked hers better.”
“Don’t worry Ben. I liked Susan’s better too. At least we had a good time making ours! Right?!”
“Right!”
The Puddles 
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