My eldest daughter has made some things for me recently that have me wondering if I have the dirty mind or if she is the proud owner of such a thing.
You be the judge:
Snakes on a plane or penises on paper?
She insists these are snakes. I see a very different kind of snake--the trouser variety.
On the only day of Mothers' Day, my daughter made for me, this.
She used a candle stick cookie-cutter, but it came out rather questionable. Dh laughingly called me in to see it when he pulled the cookies out of the oven.
She should sell her handiwork. There's a huge market for her craftmanship at bachelorette parties, don't ya think?