We had my choir kids over today for a Christmas party, to decorate gingerbread men. We decorated a fair number, and decorated the tablecloth pretty good, but mostly we ate a lot of sugar. And yes, I include myself it that. It wasn't only the candy that was gorged upon; not even primarily the candy, since there wasn't that much that was really tasty on its own (though that didn't stop a few kids from stuffing on marshmallows and chocolate chips). No, the real killer was the frosting, a delicous combination of butter and sugar (with a little hint of milk for spreadability and a little hint of vanilla so we can pretend it's not just sugar flavored). A fair amount of that was concerned by all parties involved, including, I regret to say, Rascal. I won't be suprised if he gets sick tonight; come to think of it, I might say the same thing about myself!
The real damage came when I was cleaning up: no matter that I was already feeling a little over-sugared and uneasy in the tummy, what a shame it would be to just rinse off those spoons and put them in the dishwasher! There's good frosting on there, it would be criminal to waste it! Let me tell you, with six kids and three adults decorating cookies, that makes alot of spoons to lick.