for some reason, this afternoon, the kids decided to make pies out of playdough and then chase each other around the house in order to smash the pie in their faces. don’t ask. I know I have weird kids.
I was definitely impressed with her crust. not sure where she picked this up, since we are not generally pie-eating people, and I haven’t MADE a pie since… well, before shane was born, I know that much. it might be hard to tell, but she spelled her name out on the pie as well.