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 vacuum,
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.
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