Grandma Marshmallow (as she calls herself) and Tessa went Christmas shopping while I met a Twitter friend. Tessa got to use a contraption she’s always wanted to use but has never been able to extract permission to use. You know, from Iron Mom.
When I came back to pick them up, this is what I saw.
How did I finally pry Tessa’s fingers off the control panel?
By pulling the Santa card, of course.
Which will likely never work again.