The other day, Harry grabbed the cupcake pan from the cabinet and took it over to his kitchen, saying "Muffies," which is probably the cutest thing he's ever said. Well, he says monkey pretty cute, and he calls markers markies, which is cute, too, but muffies just really appealed to me. So, last night we indulged his craving. (Also my craving, coincidentally. I have been htting up the Starbucks blueberry muffins pretty hard lately. Especially since that study about caffeine came out and retroactively scared the crap out of me. So blueberry muffins and decaf cinnamon dolce lattes it is).
First, Harry played around with the the muffin cups and the pan
I died laughing when he tried to cram it in his oven (which was already full of salt shakers and peas, duh)
Then I actually made the muffins, and Harry went batshit crazy. Turned out he just wanted to lick the bowl. And who can blame him?
Sadly, in this video, he claims to be making cookies (tooties), not muffies, but its still pretty adorable.