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| Thursday, February 03, 2005 |
| I {heart} Child Labor |
Last night, I had four children under the age of seven, making a quadruple batch of cookies and we had an absolute blast. So maybe it wasn't so much LABOR, as creative marketing.
I love being the nice Auntie who lets them do whatever their hearts desire and then send them home, filled with caffeine and sugar to their mothers who quickly withdraw any sort of gratefulness they had extended for me watching them. All the while, I have just gotten a mass majority of my next shipment of cookies stirred, formed and baking.
Four spoons, eight hands, globs of cookie dough everywhere, mouth spewing chocolate chips and the children were sneezing, coughing, hacking and stirring with their hands which had been only God Knows Where.
I am feeding them to my unsuspecting coworkers who think it is just charming that I would spend an evening with small children in such constructive activities. Well, some of them, the majority of them will go overseas to feed troops. My reasoning is simple: if they can survive terrorists, bullets and bombs, I'm sure they won't notice a few extra brown things in their chocolate chip cookies.
Perhaps, I have found my calling in life. Using small children to unwittingly kill poison people. |
posted by Porkchop @ 2:49 PM  |
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