Oh Dear

I was feeding my kids a treat the other day -- chocolate silken tofu with bananas -- and smugly thinking how awesome I am for getting my kids to eat tofu. I told Tralee it was "brown cake." In all honesty the stuff DOES look like chocolate cake batter, and actually tastes a lot like it too. Anywho. . . I was feeling pretty good about this new trick of mine.

A few hours later I was checking out some blogs, when I hear Tralee shouting for help from downstairs. I thought she had climbed up on something, and couldn't get down. I shouted downstairs, "What do you need?" The only answer I got back was, "HELP!" So I went downstairs and this met my eye:

Tralee gave herself a chocolate silken tofu spa treatment. The picture doesn't do the mess justice. Our table is dark, so you can't really tell that there's "brown cake" all over it. There was chocolate tofu in Tralee's hair, on her face, and for reasons I don't know, she had rubbed it into her leg. I had a mess on my hands, and I didn't feel so smug after all.

Needless to say, right into the bath she went.