Complete with flour-adorned face, Charles was chef-for-a-night
and acquired a mixing bowl full of candy
(and lots of compliments on the costume).
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The title refers to making a blog, not to making babies.
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I see an 'Iron Chef' in the making here!
I probably shouldn't admit this, but while he was walking the dorms for candy (it was the faculty family treat-or-treat through the dorms at Baylor night), Charles asked me, looking at his whisk, "What is this for?" I said, "To keep kids from taking your candy" (with a laugh of course).
When we returned to the car at the end of the night—and Charles with a slammin amount of candy—he said from the backseat, with all seriousness, "Daddy. I didn't have to use my whisk on any kids. They didn't try to take my candy."
And if they had tried, I wonder if they might have received a whisk to the head. More likely, Charles would have just started crying and asked someone to hold him.
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