So when the kids want to bake on their own I agree, reluctantly and I try to smile through the mess and the inadequate washing up. But today, today I decided instead of staying away from the kitchen I'd join in, if they'd let me (both fiercely independent). Thankfully they said yes. SO I am celebrating the mess and the end result.
The biscuits aren't perfect, but they melt in the mouth and I have a cherished moment with the monsters.