Question me this: Does more dishes mean more better food?

A few days ago, our niece and nephew, Rascal and Ralphie, came down for a quick visit. Mabel and Rascal are like pea's in a pod. Same likes, same dislikes, same everything. Except hair...Mabel has hair as straight as a stick, Rascal's is as curly as a...well...just really curly.

One of the first days of their visit, Mabel and Rascal decided to cook. And cook. And not-so-much-clean. And cook.

And to show for the effort...a bowl of scrambled eggs, some rock hard cookie dough, a tub of mac & cheese, and some peanut butter sandwiches that had been de-crusted to within an inch of their lives.

Oh...and a sink that was more than over matched by the overzealous chef's.