It was fun. It was busy.
There were sprinkles and frosting in places I had never imagined.
On the walls, on the sliding glass door,
on the letter X from the Fridge Phonics,
all throughout the living room carpet,
and someone graciously gave the dog a butter knife covered with yellow frosting.
After I swept with the broom,
the dry Swiffer,
the wet Swiffer,
and the dry Swiffer once more,
there are still sprinkles on the floor.
But sometimes, you just have to make a mess.