In the interests of fostering independance and self-reliance, DDs are in the kitchen, baking. There is no heat, no sharp implements, no electricity involved, just extraordinary scope for mess.
I am starting this thread because Something Has Obviously Happened, yet there is no behemoth stampede down the hall in search of me. This should be a Good Thing, but it feels like a Bad Thing.
If they don't come and ask me to help soon, I'm going to start gnawing stuff.