The girl is practicing her singing, and there’s a hydraulic hammer pounding in a neighbor’s house.
I get mad when the hammer dude pauses.
After being a brat to me, the boy decides he wants to make cookie dough. But HE wants to make it and mix it. I find a recipe online, not that hard, sugar, flour, almond extract, etc.
I give him directions but I end up mixing it because he’s useless and thought it would be more fun than this and the poor thing got tired and it was too hard to do.
But since is not the super special kind the host mom does, he thinks is very appropriate to comment on it.
“When she comes home we’re making REAL cookie dough, that’s not cookie dough, is disgusting!”
Well, I got to eat it all, man, it was delicious, I have no idea what his 12 years old gourmet palate wanted to taste. And the host mom didn’t want to make the dough anyways. LOL.