Twister? Shaving cream finger painting? Edible play dough? Dance party in the living room. No. This called for the big guns. Butter. Sugar. Chocolate. The utter destruction of Muffy's spotless kitchen. "Come on," I trilled. "Let's bake cookies." Skylar whooped with glee, and Dylan raised his fists overhead like a conquering hero. "Yes!" he shouted. They scurried to return the playroom to order, working together to clean up so cheerfully that for a few moments I felt just like Mary Poppins.
