It started out innocently enough. I peeled the apples. Three big ones for the kids and a little one for myself. Each kid had the liberty to carve their apple however they chose.
It all seemed to be going so well. The kids used a variety of tools… Plastic knives, butter knives, spoons, and even a can opener. Baby E ate every chunk he carved out. He kept inflicting damage so that he’d have more morsels to munch on. Big E created a happy face. Mine looked a little dopey. C’s was happy… …and mad.The back of Big E’s was surprised. When they were all done, I lined them on the cookie sheet. I set the oven for 200 degrees and when it was heated up, I put them in the oven. We waved goodbye and told them to enjoy their day at the spa. Then we went about our business. The directions said they should stay in the oven for ‘most of the day.’ So we left them in for nine hours.And then we took them out.Nightmare fodder.
Let’s be honest, these things are terrifying, and we aren’t even done yet. They have two more days of prep time before we even add the bodies, clothing, and hair. (yes, you read that right… there will be hair and maybe even a little make-up.)
We’re in too deep now. We can’t turn back. We are seeing this horrifying, disturbing, nightmare inducing project to the bitter, bitter end, and you dear reader, are coming with us.
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