We brought a box full of apples home from my dad's last week, and today I decided to put them to use. I thought it would be fun for Beau and I to make caramel apples to take to Bailey's teachers. Beau was such a good helper getting the apples ready, unwrapping the carmels and stirring the pot. When it came time to dip the apples, Beau really wanted to dip one. So, as I was stirring up the caramel, Beau dipped his apple in, and the hot caramel flipped up on his little hand. Oh my, did he howl and yowl, poor little guy. After about a half hour of screaming and crying, cold wash clothes and some time alone, he came back in the kitchen and said "Mom you are not the best cooker anymore, my dad is the best cooker." So I have officially lost my title, but he did say I was still the best driver :) I was able to get a picture of our apples (with Heath bits) but Beau refused to let me take a picture of his burned finger. The only thing that made him feel better was giong with his daddy to Uncle Rob's shop to work on the truck.
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