Maybe Rachel Ray started this way......

We went shopping today, me and my personal assistant. A quick trip to the grocery store was all that was on the agenda. I give Nicole one bag of groceries to carry up the stairs. Memo to self- never again buy a house with a basement garage. I'm putting groceries away and she is just too quiet. I ask her what she is doing. The tiny voice answers "just cooking some food in my kitchen" from the other room. Since Santa delivered a toy kitchen for christmas, I have eaten 123,111 fake snacks. So, no big deal. Until, I walk around the corner. Well, I found out what she did with her bag of groceries. She is smiling at me and says "I am making cookies." I look down to see a toy pot full of toothpaste. The kitchen, her shirt, and her face also were covered in the most beautiful shade of blue. 3 washcloths, 1 load of laundry later, I have learned a valuable lesson.......Crest-flavored cookies taste horrible!