He wasn't here for quite two hours but it seems like he was here all day. At least I didn't fall asleep. I couldn't. I had to keep my eyes on him. Every time he got too close I flinched. The Four Year Old was little Mr Snotbag today. He was hacking and coughing all over the place. I was reading Hansel and Gretal to him and forgetting his cold I grabbed his arm, pretended to eat it and ended up with slime on my face. YUUUUK! He wanted to go shopping today but there wasn't anything I needed so I told him we'd stay home and I'd make some brownies. That's when I found out this poor deprived child has never had a brownie. He didn't even want to lick the spatula because he thought he wouldn't like it. He is now an avid fan of that tasty chocolate treat. Although it's by sheer luck. The kid is a chatterbox. I mean he NEVER shuts up. I don't bake very often and never when he's here but today was the exception to that rule. He chattered while I creamed the butter and he chattered while I melted the chocolate and he chattered while I sirred in the melted chocolate, flour and nuts and he chattered while I preheated the oven and he chattered while I poured the batter into the pan. He was still chattering when I licked my finger and realized I'd forgotten to add the sugar. The entire time it was in the oven baking and the fridge cooling it was a constant, "Is it ready now? Is it ready now? Is it ready now?" He won't be back until next Wednesday. Hopefully he'll be over his cold by then.