Ok, my muffins sure look yucky as compared to the ones that was baked by this nice lady. But daddy ate them and said that they tasted quite nice. I thought if baking the muffins while you napped, but halfway through, daddy called for help. You'd woken and refused to sleep without me by your side on Sunday. So in the end, we left daddy in the room to continue with his nap (which he couldn't after you kicking a big fuss) while you helped me mix my ingredients.
I didn't have enough chocolate chips so I added some of the chocolate rice leftover from the biscuits we made earlier. Then I recall buying hundreds and thousands for I-dunno-what-reason-anymore so we added some of that to the muffin too. You told me that you'd help me sprinkle, but instead of sprinkling them, you ate all of the hundreds and thousands that I'd put into your hand. Hhmm.. my little assistant even taxed on my chocolate chips too!
